Twilight Kisses
Summary: The reader finds herself swept away in a whirlwind of emotions when her longtime crush, the sweet and nerdy Charlie Walker, unexpectedly confesses his feelings for her during a study session.
Warnings: None.
Notes: I love this man. This is just something cute. I will do more horror stuff later.
The sun was setting, casting a warm, golden glow through the window of your bedroom. The room was cozy, filled with the familiar scent of your vanilla-scented candle and the soft hum of your favorite playlist playing in the background. You and Charlie Walker were sprawled out on your bed, textbooks and notes scattered around you. It was supposed to be a study session, but your mind kept wandering.
You glanced over at Charlie, who was furiously scribbling something in his notebook. His brow was furrowed in concentration, and a few strands of his messy, brown hair fell over his eyes. He looked up, catching you staring, and gave you a shy smile that made your heart flutter.
"Need any help?" he asked, his voice soft and a little hesitant.
You shook your head, feeling a bit flustered. "No, I'm good. Just...thinking."
Charlie nodded, returning his gaze to his notes. You tried to focus on the words in front of you, but your thoughts were racing. You'd always had a bit of a crush on Charlie. He was smart, sweet, and had this adorably awkward charm that you found irresistible. But you never thought he might feel the same way about you.
A few minutes passed in comfortable silence, the only sounds being the occasional turn of a page and the distant chirping of birds outside. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't notice Charlie had stopped writing. He was looking at you, his blue eyes intense and filled with something you couldn't quite place.
"Y/N," he said quietly, almost like he was testing out your name on his lips.
You looked up, meeting his gaze. "Yeah?"
He seemed to hesitate for a moment, his fingers nervously playing with the edge of his notebook. "Do you ever...I mean, have you ever thought about...someone...in a way that's...um, hard to ignore?"
Your heart skipped a beat. Was he talking about you? "Yeah, I guess so," you replied cautiously, trying to read his expression.
He swallowed hard, his eyes never leaving yours. "Like...someone you really like, but you're too scared to tell them?"
You nodded slowly. "Yeah, I know what you mean."
There was a heavy silence between you two, charged with unspoken emotions. Charlie shifted closer, his breath hitching slightly. "Y/N, I...I think about you. A lot."
Your eyes widened, and before you could respond, he leaned in, closing the distance between you. His lips met yours in a soft, tentative kiss. For a moment, you were too shocked to move, but then you melted into him, kissing him back with a fervor that surprised even you.
The kiss deepened, and Charlie's hand found its way to your cheek, cupping it gently. You felt like you were floating, the rest of the world fading away until it was just you and him. When he finally pulled back, his cheeks were flushed, and he was breathing a little heavier.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, looking a bit panicked. "I didn't mean to—"
"Don't be," you interrupted, a smile spreading across your face. "I've been wanting to do that for a long time."
Relief washed over his features, and he let out a small laugh. "Really?"
"Really," you confirmed, leaning in to kiss him again.
