“I love every part of you,” I told him. “You’re perfect.” “God, Charlie.” He let out a shaky breath and rested his forehead against mine, fingers trailing down my back to fiddle with the band of my underwear. “What?” I murmured, tilting my head to kiss his cheek. He shook his head. “You’re just…” He buried his face in my neck, pressing his lips there. “Thank you. I’m sorry I was such an asshole at the beginning.”
