There are a lot of things I like about him: the way he runs his fingers all the way through his hair until his fingers curl behind his neck, the way he smiles- revealing all of his pearly white teeth, the way he tosses his head back when he laughs, and the way he says my name; it rolls off his tongue and hangs in the air like fireflies dancing on a summer's eve.
"Charlie?" I ask.
"Yes Ella?" he turns toward me. His warm, brown eyes meet my gaze.
"What would you do if you only had a day to live?" I ask, unsure of where I'm going with this question.
"Hmm..."
I can tell he is thinking carefully.
"I think I would want to spend my day with the people I care most about."
"Doing what?" I ask curiously.
"Oh anything really," he looks up at the high tree branches, placing his arms under his head, "It wouldn't really matter what we were doing."
Satisfied with his answer, I lie down on the blanket, placing my head on his chest and my hand on his torso. His shirt is soft and feels comforting on my cheek. I close my eyes and try to listen to all the sounds around me. The park is quiet today, only a few squirrels clawing their way up an Oak and a gentle breeze.
He begins to play with my hair and then slowly runs his fingers down my back. It relaxes me. He makes me feel more at home than any house ever could. His lips brush against my ears and my heart flutters. With Charlie, I always feel more than butterflies in my stomach- I feel pterodactyls.
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A Little Love Collection
Short StoryA little collection of different romances. Each story introduces new characters with a new love story. Love, passion, heartbreak, tragedy-- each story holds something a little bit different. Some stories are like fairtytale endings...some not so muc...
