You look through the daily mail snapchat story like you do everyday for their stupid articles, and you come across the best/worst dressed at the grammy's, and your boyfriend was on the best, and you were on the worst.
Your heart broke as they ripped you apart. you felt so good and confident in that dress, and they just tore you down. you swipe out of it and look at your wallpaper of you and Charles at the Grammys, and you thought you look stunning. but now you were feeling so insecure.
Charles came into the room and you looked away from him, playing with your bracelet. "what's up?"
"did i look good at the Grammys?" you ask and Charles exhales, smiling.
"are you kidding? you were absolutely stunning. you were so gorgeous that night"
"did i look.. perfect?" you ask and his eyebrows scrunch together and you frown.
"yes, but i don't want perfect, i want you" you snort and roll your eyes.
"oh, so i'm not perfect? great, thanks for the confidence booth, baby" you get up and he grabs your hand.
"why are you acting like this? we have dinner reservations in 3 hours. why were you crying omg he bed instead of getting ready?"
"i'll go find some perfect girl for you to take out for valentine's day instead of boring, ugly me" you grab the door knob and Charles wraps his arms around your waist, slamming you onto the bed and pinning your wrists to the bed and you huff.
"i don't know why you're acting like such a brat now when this should be happening after dinner in the same position, but why are you saying all this stuff about yourself that is so not true?"
"clearly it is true if you don't want perfect you want just boring me" you roll your eyes and he rolls his, and you slightly bite your lip.
"i didn't mean for you to take it that way. i wanted you to take it as you don't need to be perfect for me to love you and think you're the most gorgeous person on planet earth. you're perfect in your own way. perfect isn't always looks, sweetheart. your soul can be perfect, your heart, you mind. lucky for you, you have all four"
"oh shut up and kiss me" he laughs and leans down, letting your wrists go and your hands instantly grab his curls as he grinds slightly into your hips. "i-i'm sorry for being a brat. i guess i need.. need to be punished" you bresthe and Charles laughs, lips kissing behind your ear.
"oh trust me, i plan on it, sweetheart" he whispers and you shiver, his hands unbuttoning your belt as he kisses your neck.
