CHAPTER 3
It was incredible. Every last second. It was pure, it was sensual, and it had meaning. Having sex with Charlie just felt right. He wasn't just a meaningless fuck, we had a spark. Being with Charlie is where I'm supposed to be. I don't think love is a term serious or specific enough to describe what I feel for Charlie. He is everything. My infatuation vaguely reminds me of how Bella feels for Edward in Twilight. Dammit.
