Here's a little insight to what is in Charlie's mind. ;)


Charlie was extremely upset. What the hell did Rosabelle think she was doing? Earlier when they were coming here, her and Amy were running. The guys switched from watching Amy run to Belle, going back and forth. He had eyes only for her though. He watched her tiny, firm ass bounce as she ran. He could imagine grabbing each cheek in his large hands as he devoured her lips. He bet they'd barely be a handful but just enough to grab onto. Eventually he found his manners and made his friend aware the girls they were behind them and for them to move. Belle jumped out of the way and looked at him. He instantly noticed how her shirt clung to her breasts and that her nipples were hard. Just that simple view had fantasies racing through his mind and had his pants getting a little too tight. He looked up at her sweet smile and felt something melt in him just a little. Once he could no longer see her, he turned around and tried to cool down and help the straining in his pants. They began to work on the roof once they got there. Soon after, he heard footsteps and looked up to see Belle, her beautiful body on display as her clothes clung to all of her curves. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. Every inch of her was beautiful. The way her skin seemed to glow, her hair was all soft and wavy, her cheeks flushed from exertion, her pale lips parted and taking in deep breaths, and her odd colored eyes held him captive as they gazed at him intensely. This girl was quickly becoming an obsession in his mind. He wanted her, every inch of her. At first, he just wanted her body, for she was as beautiful as a moonlit meadow. Then, as he got to listen to her and talk to her, he wanted more than just her body. She was not just beautiful in body, but in her heart and mind as well. She was extremely gentle, from what he learned of her so far. Every part of him ached for her. He didn't just want to fuck her, he wanted to make love to her. He didn't want to have to send her away or leave once they were done, he wanted to wake up with her in his arms. He wanted to see as she opened her sleepy, beautiful eyes in the morning light, and then lean up and kiss him good morning. He hadn't felt like this before, not even when he was with Amy. It had to be because he was young back then, and now, since he was older, he wanted to settle down. Ever since he got injured up in Tennessee and could no longer play football, his lifestyle had changed. He would never be able to get out of this town and now, all he wanted to do was find a beautiful wife and settle down with her and have some kids. Not many people took him as that type of guy, more often than not setting him off as a player, but he wasn't. When he was in a relationship, he gave it his all, only if the girl did as well. So, as he grew older, he wanted a woman that he could give his love to and treat her like his princess. He could sort of feel this when he was with Belle. And with this, he felt a certain type possessiveness. Belle was His. Whether she knew it or not. She would soon learn to accept this and be with him.

So, it only seemed right for why he seemed so furious with her. When she stood in her bedroom window and bared herself to them, he felt rage, lust and wonder course through him. Rage, at her showing her body to men other than himself. Lust, at her body, which was so beautiful and perfect in every way he wanted in a woman. As well as wonder, at how someone could be of such ethereal beauty. She was so tiny and petite, something that was a weakness for him. As well as a natural beauty, that drew him in like a moth to a light. And her beautiful body was something only he should be able to see, not the men in his crew. He would teach her a lesson. That her body was something only for His eyes, not anybody else's.