Waking up in the bed of your lover is a feeling like no other. Warm bodies entangled, soft breaths and falling chests. Morning sun leaking onto the bare skin of each other, casting heavy shadows.
You felt safest here, in the arms of Charlie, in his bed. Pulled close to his chest, you slowly awoke, eyes fluttering up. A small yawn left your lips as you nuzzled closer to him. You loved him.
Home.
Charlie was home. He was the place where you could cry, laugh, fuck, shout. He was the place you returned to at the end of the day. He offered you unconditional love and support. You'd never find a man like Charlie again.
That's why you were adamant on not losing him again. Your relationship with him was getting complicated, and you didn't want it to be. You didn't want there to be anymore secrets, or hidden feelings. You needed honesty, and you needed the truth.
That meant that you didn't want to be his little secret anymore. You didn't want to feel like you had to hide the love you shared with Charlie. It needed to be clear to him that if he couldn't proudly and openly love you, he didn't deserve you at all.
You slowly raised your head from off his chest, tilting your chin up to look at him. His long and inky hair was splayed out in a halo around him, strands falling onto his high cheekbones and forehead. His lids softly fluttered as you brought a hand to cup his cheek.
"Charlie." You hummed softly, a small smile growing on your face. Your voice was light, a sing-song tone.
At the sound of you, he woke from his sleep. Instantly, a smile of his own grew on his face. He groaned softly in response, nuzzling his face into your small hand. You dragged your thumb over the older mans cheek, eyes studying every feature of his face.
"Good morning, Charlie." You spoke, voice barely a whisper, only for him to hear.
"Mhm, morning." He mumbled tiredly, lips pulled into a small grin.
You moved your hand from his cheek to his hair, fingers knitting into the long strands. You ran your finger tips along his scalp, scratching gently. A deep sigh left his chest, eyes fluttering closed once more.
"That feels heavenly, sweetheart." He spoke lowly, voice all hoarse and crackled. You smiled at his groggy tone.
"I know, Charlie, I know." You spoke in response, voice all honey-like.
You liked this. Your body on his, hands raking through his hair. You enjoyed the sound of soft breaths and the feeling of warm skin. Being held close to a man you love was a feeling like no other.
"I think I could stay like this forever," Charlie paused, "I love you." He added.
His eyes were opening once more, meeting yours. You looked into the doe brown orbs, a feeling filling your chest like no other. You would say it a million time if you could — you loved him, you loved him, you loved him.
It was just an odd of a concept for Charlie. The story of love was a long and tragic one for him. For a long while, he thought he was truly unlovable. With the divorce, he put walls up, refused to believe that anyone, let alone any woman, could love him — after all, most of his marriage was a lie.
But then there was you. A young woman, with a life full of dreams and goals ahead of you. He often marvelled at the concept of you and him together. You could have any young man, yet you chose a divorced father. Was it because of your own parental issues? Was it because he was charming, or funny, or had little-acclaimed fame?
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PUT ME IN A MOVIE - Charlie Barber.
Fanfiction" Lights, camera, action....he didn't know he'd have this much fun..." Recovering from his divorce, Charlie had fallen into bad habits - smoking again, drinking again, and not prioritizing his time with his son, Henry. Charlie was desperate for a...
