Cole's P.O.V.
When I finally pull into my drive way, she's asleep. My angel is asleep in my car peacefully. I turn off the car and unbuckle her before shaking her shoulder lightly.
"Hey, Charlie, we're here." I whisper.
Her perfect eyes flutter open and she sits up.
"Hmm?" She groans.
"We're here angel." I repeat.
She nods and pops the door open.
When I get to my bedroom I close the door behind me and plop into a seat. She sits across from me, on my bed.
"So..." She says awkwardly.
I watch her look around my room, studying every corner.
"I like your room." She compliments.
Her brown hair spills over her shoulders with every movement. She's perfect.
"Charlie." I call.
She makes eye contact again, "Cole."
"I'm sorry," I say, "I didn't want to say something stupid and it not be true."
"You did though." She says.
"What?" I ask.
"You said you loved me." She says.
"It's true, I love you." I admit.
"What?" She asks, "You can't."
"Why?" I ask, "Everything about you is beautiful, you're smart and pretty, you're funny and energetic." I say, "The pure effort you put into things you love is admirable, you're afraid to hurt the people you care for."
"Who isn't?" She asks.
"I love you." I say.
"I would like to say that." She sighs, "But Tyler..."
I frown and shift around in my seat. Fucking Tyler.
"I hate him." I blurt.
She smirks at me, "Why?"
"Because he gets to touch you." I say, "Anywhere, he gets to kiss you, he gets to take you out and love you."
"He doesn't love me." She laughs.
"What?" I ask, "How could he not?"
"He might like me but he couldn't love me." She says, "He couldn't because I'm not close with him, I don't love him."
"How could you not be close with you'r boyfriend?" I ask.
"I don't trust him." She shrugs, "I've only kissed him and gone on a few dates."
"You don't love him." I repeat.
She shakes her head, "I've realised he's great."
My heart cracks a little, listening to her.
"He's amazing and nice." She continues, "He's good at being my emotional support."
"Oh." I look away from her.
"But you!" She calls, touching my arm, "You're so much more than emotional support."
"What?" I ask.
"I think I love you." She laughs, "You're there for me but you actually do something about it."
"But it's still wrong." She frowns, "You can't kiss me or touch me, I'm with Tyler."
I nod, "I know."
I take her hand, "Let me."
I pull the ring out of my pocket and slide it onto her finger.
"Thank you." She says, standing.
Charlie's P.O.V.
He towers over me, making my butterflies dance.
"Cole." I say softly.
He leans forward and pecks my lips once. Too fast for me to be satisfied, I almost whimper at the time limit. He places his forehead to mine while shaking his head.
"I can't let you do this to him." He says huskily. Hot.
My cheeks burn, wanting less space.
"Okay, don't." I say.
He kisses me again, longer than before but still short. He stays close while silence surrounds us.
"Charlie," he whispers my name and leans in closer, "Tell me to stop."
"Stop," I say but my body is saying the opposite as my hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer.
"Mean it, Charlie," he says in a low voice, tightening his grip around my waist. My body is burning everywhere he touches me, I don't want it to stop.
"I can't."
"Fuck." he swears and suddenly all I can taste is him.
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More Than Emotional Support
Romance"What if I said he likes you?" He asks. "I would say it's obvious." I laugh. He places his hands on the wall, boxing me in on each side of my head. "What would you say if I told you, you looked hot tonight?" He asks. I breathe harshly while staring...
