Regaining

~My shirt... from the night before~

8 YEARS AGO:

Charles' POV:

She looks so peaceful and beautiful.

She's still sleeping so I have to be careful not to wake her. I don't blame her. That event last night was so tiring and it's not like we went straight to sleep when we got to the hotel, if you catch my drift, so no wonder she's still sleeping. It's eleven o'clock in the morning which means that we've overslept the hotel's breakfast so we'll have to eat out. No problem. I know Paris like the back of my hand. I just have to wait for Y/n to wake up.

Y/n's POV:

I am slowly waking up. The light that's coming through the window is falling directly on my face so I am keeping my eyes closed. I started touching the other side of the bed with my hand to check if Charles was still there.

He's not in bed. Where is he?

I slowly opened my eyes and I looked at the chair near the bed and there he was, wearing a white linen shirt and white linen pants. He was also wearing his white Richard Mille watch and a pair of white Puma shoes. His hair was messy and he was looking at me. The way he was looking at me made me blush. It was too early for that so I had to get a hold of myself. Anyway, why is he so dressed up?

"Morning, ma belle." he spoke with a raspy voice not breaking eye contact with me.

My knowledge of French really isn't extensive but I understand this much so I just felt like melting.

I won't lie, he looks really hot right now and I want to invite him back to our bed but my curiosity is killing me.

"What did you get all dressed up for?"

Charles' POV:

She said getting out of the bed. She was only wearing one thing - my shirt... from the night before. It was a bit big for her so she wore it on one shoulder.

Fuck me, she's looking really hot.

She walked up to me and sat on my lap. My left arm was on her waist while my right was on her leg. I started tracing circles on her leg with my thumb.

"So, where are you off to?" she repeated herself resting her hands behind my neck, stroking my hair.

"I was waiting for you to wake up so that we could go get breakfast." I looked up at her.

"Room service is not an option?" she asked playfully.

"I wanted to check out the city with you but if you have other plans I am more than fine with that." I smirked.

She got up and went to the bed so I followed.

Y/n's POV:

"Pillow fight!" I said.

I hit Charles with the pillow that was in my hand.

"Really?" he looked at me a bit disappointed.

"Really." I answered firmly.

"No sex?" he grinned at me.

I shook my head and giggled like a schoolgirl. Good God! This man keeps making me feel butterflies every single day and, to be honest, I can't complain. I am enjoying it.

"Okay, okay. You brought this upon yourself so don't get mad when I win." he said and then he hit me with a pillow.

We started throwing pillows at each other and we were having so much fun.

Charles' POV:

We stopped the 'war' and now we're just sitting on the bed, our faces are only a few centimeters apart.