The musk reminds me of a time I didn’t hate him. The first time I met him and thought to myself that he might be the hottest man I’d ever seen. With a megawatt smile and dark-blue eyes, you would be lucky if he smiled your way. I’m reminded of this right before I remember this Charlie isn’t that one. This Charlie is a man who hates me. Is a man who I hate. Is a man who no matter how many times I tell myself I can resist him, I don’t. He is the perfect example of a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
