“What’s your problem tonight?” For once, I don’t want to talk to him. I don’t want to have this conversation. “My problem?” I turn to face him. His cheeks are pink from dancing and sweat lines his brow. Why am I noticing these things about him now? “Yes. You show up at the bar demanding to talk and then leave when I start dancing with someone.” “Because…” “Because why, Brooks?” Charlie crosses his arms in defense. “Fuck.” I scrub a hand down my face. This isn’t how I planned on this night going. On feeling new and different things for Charlie. My Charlie. How can watching him dance with one
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