Whatever the guy says has Charlie throwing his head back in laughter before resting his hand on his forearm. Even from here, I can see how Charlie’s fingers brush over his skin. It pulls the guy’s attention to that spot. I have no idea who the man he’s talking with is. Well, flirting. Based on how Charlie is reacting, they are definitely flirting. What. The. Fuck. A growl bursts out of my chest. I can’t get Charlie to talk to me for two minutes—his best friend that he’s known his entire life—and he’s paying attention to this fool? And why do I want to be that guy?
