You had woken up early, trying to sneak out of Charlie’s bed without disturbing him. But the moment you tried to shift, you felt the weight of his arm around you tighten. With a sigh, you settled back against the pillow, looking up at the ceiling. The night before had been… chaotic, to say the least. You’d been one of Charlie’s usual hangouts, and, as usual, one thing led to another. A few drinks. Some laughter. And now here you were. Charlie stirred beside you, his voice still thick with sleep. “Mmm… what time is it?” he mumbled. “Way too early,” you replied quietly, turning your head to glance at him. Charlie’s eyes flickered open, and for a moment, he looked disoriented. But then, that familiar smirk crept onto his face as he turned to face you fully. “Hey, gorgeous.” He leaned in, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. “Hey.” “So… What’s the deal here? Are we doing this whole ‘relationship’ thing, or…?” You blinked, caught off guard. You’d been caught up in the moment the night before, but now that the morning light was creeping in, you were realizing you didn’t exactly know where you stood. “Charlie, I… don’t really know,” you replied, your voice soft. “I think maybe we should talk about it, you know?” He propped himself up on his elbows, looking at you with that teasing glint in his eyes. “Talk about it? You mean the whole ‘What do we do now that we’re two incredibly attractive people who somehow ended up in the same bed?’ conversation?” You let out a breath of laughter. “Something like that.” Charlie chuckled, clearly unfazed. “Well, look, I don’t do relationships. You know that. But if you’re into it, I could give it a shot. Besides,” he added with a grin. “what’s the worst that could happen?”