Creature (CENTURIES series: Book #7)

17

It was a little weird, actually. Okay, a lot.

Charlie was the one who had never had sex before, yet I was the one who was making him wait. Usually it was the other way around; the experienced person bouncing to jump the innocent virgin. But then again, since when had anything ever been normal between me and Charlie?

Society's rules all seemed to not apply in my house, the very rules I had spent hours teaching him. Charlie didn't care that we weren't supposed to sleep in the same bed when our relationship/situation was what it was. He just did it anyway.

Friday evening he had come into my bedroom after we had said goodnight and had climbed into bed with me, me first being a little resistant. After promising me he just wanted to hold me, I had obliged and then praised my own decision when Charlie turned out to be the best pillow in the whole world. His chest might've been harder than a brick, but his skin was soft as silk.

Saturday morning I had therefore woken up to a bird tweeting outside my window and a Charlie sleeping steadfastly next to me. His prosthesis stood next to my bed, and my covers were bundled around his leg. I couldn't help but just watch him for the longest moment, remembering what had happened during the night.

I always woke up thirsty at night, which was why I kept a glass of water next to my bed whenever the thirst hit. But that night as I'd tiredly woken up to turn over and get a sip, my eyes had fallen to my ceiling and I had seen the most incredible thing ever.

All of my small nicknacks and books were floating around in the air in a circle, like a giant mobile. Spinning slowly, it was enchanting to watch, seeing Charlie's peaceful face sleeping next to me, probably unaware that he was doing it. I couldn't help but smile and feel my heart clench as he shifted over with a small mumble and tightened the arm he kept around my waist and pulled me closer. In many ways he was a man, but when he slept he was an innocent child.

A child who in his dreams created a mobile over his bed.

Now watching him as the morning light peaked in through my curtains, I felt that same clench in my heart. I knew then I had gotten too deep into this. Way too deep. I couldn't believe I was parting with him in just a little over a month. I didn't want to. As Charlie begun stirring again, slowly waking up, I blinked away the tears that had briefly welled up in my eyes and quickly schooled my features to a smile. The second his eyes opened and those magenta moons fixated and found me, I saw the most breathtaking thing happen.

He smiled back.

Since Charlie had come here, I had never seen him smile. Only brief glimpses of what could've been a smile, but never evolved to one. My guess was that he hadn't found the purpose of it yet, therefore didn't understand the need to do it. But now, looking at me, waking up with his arm still curled around my body, his lips arched up into the most amazing, pure smile I had ever seen.

"G-good morning," I managed to stutter out, so taken aback when he squeezed me a little and then exhaled contently.

"Good morning," He replied, leaning down to my lips. I held my breath as he pecked them softly, humming a little. "Good morning..." Another peck, "Good morning..." A peck to my nose, "Gooood morning..."

"I, uh... I think you said that already," I breathlessly whispered, my eyes fluttering closed as his lips moved down again and gave mine a sweet kiss. Why didn't he have morning breath? Another 'Creature feature?' Unfair. I probably smelled like a skunk, yet he still kept kissing me.