Charles had been standing at the bottom of his bed staring at ElleCee whilst she slept. He didn't know if he should leave her in her dress or take it off of her and put some of his more comfortable clothes on her.
He didn't want to invade her privacy, but he didn't want her to go to sleep in a dress she wore at the club either. He studied her dress carefully. Eventually, he came to the conclusion that he could put a hoodie over her then pull her dress off without seeing anything.
He propped her up finding his favourite hoodie, which also happened to be his most comfortable as well. He gently placed the hoodie over her, pulling it down so it fits her normally. He couldn't help, but admire his work. She looked amazing in his clothes.
Then he laid her back down softly so she wouldn't wake up. He tugged carefully at the ends of her dress. To his dismay it didn't slip off like he hoped. After a small bit of mental reassurance he slipped one of his hands up his hoodie to the strap. He slipped it off of her shoulder, then did the same with the other strap.
Charles couldn't deny the sparks that erupted when he touched her shoulder. Her inviting warm skin couldn't help but make his face turn red by a singular touch.
He slipped her dress off of her, as he searched for some suitable pj bottoms. He found his chequered grey trouser pjs.
He pulled her leg through the first hole, then the second, before pulling it up to her waist. His clothes looked huge on her.
Charles changed his own clothes, after showering and brushing his teeth. He then found himself spread out on the sofa instead of the bed. He didn't want to make her uncomfortable; he had years of rudeness to make up for after all.
Charles barely got any sleep, mesmerised by her slow rhythmic breathing. Each murmur made his heart skip a beat. He had been lying there on the uncomfortable, grey sofa for about 2 hours just listening.
Abruptly, she shrieked. He moved quickly and within a second he was by her side holding her close to him, as if these were his last moments with her. She panted, small beads of sweat grew upon her forehead. He shook her gently trying to save her from whatever nightmare was happening in her dream. Eventually, she squinted up looking at the ceiling.
Charles whispered reassuring French to her, as her breathing steadied. Her brain couldn't take in what was happening. She didn't know where she was or who she was with. After about 5 minutes of sitting there together next to each other in silence, Charles went to go to the sofa, but her soft hand stopped him.
"Please, stay" she whispered so quietly that Charles could barely hear, yet he did. He slid down next to her allowing himself to wrap his arms around her, as she dozed off once more.
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