charlesawolf (charlesawolf) wrote in monstermatch, @ 2016-04-02 10:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, charles adam wright, genevieve ridley |
WHO: Genevieve [holdmethrillme] and Charles [charlesawolf]
WHERE: Charles's town house.
WHAT: The Morning After The Wedding Dun Dun Dun!
WHEN: Backdated to March 22nd....whoa.
WARNING: None, Complete
Charles had been out cold since his head had hit the pillow, Gen by his side, the night after the wedding. They'd gone hard. Harder than he'd ever really gone before. It was a special occasion after all. You didn't just get fake married everyday did you? They had partied with their friends afterwards, getting drink after drink and just laughing and having fun. Charles had been very liberal with the hugs and kisses and telling anybody who would listen how much he cared about Genvieve. It was likely sickening, but the boy was happy. He'd also be a little sad to look at his bank account because he had also been going around buying everybody drinks, but what was done, was done.
Now though, the sun was starting to rise and it was hitting the bed, creeping up from the bottom where his legs were tangled with Gen's and slowly slipping up towards their heads. When the sun had been on Charles for about twenty minutes he began to stir. He let out a small groan, his head, after all, was killing him. It took him a moment though to feel that something, was different. He couldn't quite place it. It had been a while after all, but there was something weird. Letting out a large sigh, he opened his eyes to the light that had slipped in to the bedroom.
A head of dark hair was laying next to him. Laying on him. Charles blinked and then felt his head smart. He really, really, really hoped that was Genvieve. Breathing in he recognized her scent masked behind the beer, vodka and whiskey. He wasn't sure if it was him or her that smelt that way, or a little of both but it was strong. Oh god. What had happened?
Charles lifted the covers and noted he still had his boxers on. He had no idea if that meant anything though or not. He let out another groan. This was bad. Very bad.
The first thing she was aware of was that her head hurt. Fiercely. The second thing was that it was all too bright in the room, considering that she had blackout curtains hung in her bedroom. The third thing was that there was movement in the bed that wasn't coming from her, and this finally made her squint her eyes open in curiosity. Not that she minded, but she'd like to know who was in bed with her, and it had better be Charles.
It was. How weird.
Forcing her eyes all the way open, Genevieve slowly sat up in bed while clutching her head. She groaned. Though she wasn't fully dressed, she was still in her undergarments, and otherwise looked a mess: hair disheveled, trace amounts of makeup smeared from their intended locations, and a scowl on her face from the hangover she was suffering. "Either we had some tame, PG-rated sex, or nothing happened," she declared groggily. "Speaking of which, what did happen?"
Looking around, Genevieve finally pieced together that she was not, in fact, in her own apartment. This must be his. "I definitely don't remember coming here. My head is killing me. Got anything for that?" Water would be her best bet for the dehydration, but pain pills were always a plus. He was a nurse; surely he had something, over the counter or otherwise. "Last thing I remember, we were at that chapel."
Charles wanted to tell Gen to stop talking so loud, but he knew if he asked her to shh, she’d probably smack him so he decided it was better to keep quiet. He touched her hair gently though, because really, why wouldn’t he? “I think we had no sex. Which is probably better than if we did.” He said gently though, his own head was hurting as well he was more concerned about Gen and how she was feeling. He rubbed her shoulder for a second and then attempted to squint again in to the room.
Rubbing his face he attempted to get up a little, but with Gen’s legs still tangled up with his he quickly gave up laying back and closing his eyes. “I’ve got stuff. I’ll get it in a minute.” He mumbled though foggy he was trying to remember what happened the night before. He too remembered the chapel….but what had happened after that.
“I’m pretty sure we got fake married.” He said, frowning and then smiling at first looking down at his left hand. Sure enough, the band he’d purchased was still there. He rooted around gently for Gen’s left hand and then pulled it up into her sight line for her to see. “Yup. Got married.” He laughed. He still couldn’t believe that they’d done it. Just to one up each other. He leaned down a little and kissed her head gently. “Hi Wife.” He teased her. Okay so it probably wasn't good to poke the bear when she was already sounding pretty annoyed, but at the same time...this was Charles after all.
"I'm this hungover and I didn't even get laid?" Genevieve sighed in disappointment. "Oh, well. I wouldn't remember it even if I had, so I guess you're right. Man, your room is bright." She sunk back under the covers to try to block some of the sunlight from streaming into her eyes, and curled up closer to him in the process.
Feeling him struggling with their conjoined limbs, Gen carefully extracted her legs from his, but remained close by otherwise. "Of course we got fake married," she mumbled. "You really thought I was gonna back down from that. Shows what you know." Bleary eyed, she looked at the ring he'd given her and managed a small smile.
"Hey, hubby." Reaching up, she pulled him down for a more proper kiss, even if it felt like there was cotton in her mouth. Her senses weren't as keen as his, but she could still smell the alcohol on both of them. She wrinkled her nose in distaste when it hit her, but at least she wasn't nauseous. "I don't know how you can stand that. I think we could both stand to shower off." It wasn't the invitation to shower together that she would normally playfully offer, but she was a little off her game that morning.
She glanced around the room. "I dunno where my clothes are...eh, whatever." Gen started to make her way out from under the bedding so she could get up to find a glass for water.
"I'd us rather us remember our first time." He chimed back. And he meant it. He wanted to make sure neither of them were out of it when they had their first time. It was something he preferred to remember. Especially since it was with Gen and he'd had a crush on her for over a year. That was truly something you wanted to have the opportunity to remember. Feeling her legs move from his though, he shifted a little but really liked her there next to him. He kissed her back gently but it wasn't a romantic kiss really. You couldn't be romantic when you felt like this.
He almost wished she wasn't in such a rush to get up and shower, though he wouldn't deny her that.
"Wait..." he said carefully getting up before she could fully leave the bed. He too didn't really care where his clothing was either and head to her side of the bed. "Let me go get you a hang over potion. You can take it before you go shower." He said urging her to stay in bed a little while longer. He pressed a kiss to her forehead and then walked over to the end of the bed where the patio door was and pulled the curtains shut, dimming the offending sunlight.
"I'll be right back." He smiled at her gently. It was the nurse in him, wanting to take care of her, even if his own head hurt. He exited the room and head downstairs. His townhouse wasn't huge but it was big enough to house him and (soon to be Kenna) with more than enough room to share. He walked by what was to be Kenna's room and then in to the kitchen where he kept the potions, and he stopped to make coffee (thank goodness for a one cup coffee maker) and to quickly rustle up a couple of bagels and peanut butter, jam and butter, so she could choose if she wanted to. Placing it all on a tray, he'd been gone for the better part of twenty minutes when he returned.
"You're so sentimental," she teased him with a smirk. Granted, she would like the same thing, but now that she had teased him about it, she couldn't very well vocalize it. Remembering the first time with someone who wasn't a one night stand was generally a good thing for reminiscing down the line. Remembering a one night stand was also generally a good thing, but for different reasons.
Gen paused when he told her to wait, and looked up at him quizzically. Either he was feeling better than she was, or he was just that nice. "Okay..." She scooted back on the bed uncertainly. As soon as the room darkened, she let out an audible sigh of relief and shimmied back down into a reclined position. Her head was still pounding while he was gone, and she was too pained to care to look around the room for the moment, but at least she could close her eyes and relax while he was gathering the potion and other items.
"I was wondering where you disappeared to," she said when he returned at last, only one eye opening to look at him. She sat back up, yawning slowly, then clutching her head because the yawn had made it worse. "You got enough potion for you, too?" Though she tried to play casual about what was going on between them, she genuinely cared for him, and was concerned for him. It was just weird for her to admit.
Charles smiled at Gen when he returned. "Sorry. I didn't mean to take so long." And he hadn't, but he'd just been trying to get it all together. He placed down the tray on the bedside next to her and then sat down too, smiling gently. Yes. His head hurt, and yes, it probably hurt as much as her's did but he was currently ignoring it. It wouldn't be the first time he'd been in pain and he'd ignored it to take care of another. He did work in a hospital. But he wanted to care for Gen in that moment, if she wanted him to or not.
He looked at the bottle of hang over potion, picked it up and gave it a swirl. "There's enough for you." He smiled at her gently and then held up his hand, as he knew what was about to come next. "Don't argue Gen." He said, his voice firm, firmer than he'd probably ever sounded to her. He had aspirin, he'd deal. He handed her over the bottle and then picked up a cup of coffee and reached in to his bedside drawer to find the bottle that had the little pills in it that wouldn't make him wholly better, but he'd get some relief eventually.
He looked at her and popped the aspirin in his mouth before she could argue and swallowed them down. "Want a quick breakfast before you shower." He said gently pushing back some of her hair, looking at her with a somewhat concerned face. He was happy, really. But he didn't want Gen hurting.
She would be lying if she said she wasn't enjoying this little bit of pampering. Sure it might be selfish, but Gen was enjoying it. The fact that he was doing it while in pain himself, and with that smile he gave her, just made it all so sweet. Normally she might tease him about it somehow, but it set her a little off kilter.
Unless it was some kind of all or nothing potion, all Genevieve was going to argue was that they should split it. Even half a hangover was better than the full thing. She watched with a neutral expression as he pulled the aspirin from the drawer and ate them. Gen shook her head, then tipped back the potion. "You know we could've shared this, right?" she asked as she finished it.
She wasn't sure how to respond to how gentle he was being, so she looked at the breakfast he had provided. "You really know how to make someone feel married. You should drink some water to rehydrate." Two could play at that caring game. "Flush out some of those toxins." The coffee would only help a little because of the caffeine, but he would make the dehydration worse. "I guess I could eat." Already she was starting to feel better. Magic could be so much more effective than modern medicine.
Sure there was enough potion for half, but he wanted her to have it, and so she would have it. He would live on aspirin, it was fine. He'd gone through worse-like that time he was stabbed at work with a scalpel and still had to help restrain the man who'd done so- and so it didn't bother him too much. He shrugged. "I wanted you to have it." He said without missing a beat. Because he did want her to have it, and he really didn't think there was anything all that bad about that. It was in his nature after all, to take care of people and the people he was closest to got that attention even more so. And she was after all his 'wife'.
He blinked at her and his cheeks felt a rush of red. He thought that this was what she would want, or at least, wouldn't mind and he wondered if that was the case after all. He wanted to show her he could be a good boyfriend. It was their second date after all and they'd gotten fake married. Carried away by the need to one up each other and really, while it had been fun, it wasn't the romantic date he'd normally would have planned for. He felt embarrassed now though, with the comment that he knew how to make somebody feel married. "I'll get to the water after the coffee." He said plucking a bagel and putting some peanut butter on it and taking a bite.
He chewed thoughtfully. She looked a little brighter than she had 20 minutes ago, and he was glad for that. He'd be feeling worse for ware for a few more hours he was sure of it. "I'm sure I can find you some sweats and a tee shirt that'll sort of fit you, so you don't have to put your clothes on for the walk of shame." He grinned a bit. He'd drive her home of course...though. "I mean. That's if you want to go home, you can'...you know. Stay." He offered, wondering where they were with all of this.
She had half a mind to smack him on the back of the head for being so self-sacrificing, which was both adorable and aggravating. In the end she was too lazy to do it, even after the potion had taken effect. Her eyebrows raised when she noticed him blushing. Had she said something embarrassing? "Relax. It was just a joke, and it was kind of a compliment, anyway," she admitted.
Gen put some jam on her bagel when she selected one. She groaned around the bite she took, and waited until she had swallowed to elaborate on why. "You know, it's really not fair that I'm doing the walk of shame--or stride of pride, if you will--and I didn't even get laid out of it. Where's the justice, I ask you?" She was mostly teasing back. Mostly.
"I'll at least stay long enough to shower. We should probably try to figure out what did happen last night, if not sex. Like, as a completely random example, why we went to bed half-naked. Or what happened after the chapel. By the way, do you have any idea what happened with that marriage license? I don't know if I had it or you did. It's got sensitive information on us, so if we're not saving it for whatever reason, we should probably shred it."
Charles brushed it off. It was a problem with him. So many years being told he wasn't doing enough, trying to overkill it with Gen was just a symptom of that. He knew sometimes it was a problem, but they'd have that conversation eventually perhaps.
He grinned around his bagel when she let out the groan and said what she did. "Hey maybe we just had a consensual sleep over because you were really drunk and I don't do that with girls that are passed out." He gave her a look but the look made his head hurt a little. "I'm not sure you want to do that this morning though." He said giving her a teasing look. Though, it was mostly joking for him as well.
"I usually sleep naked." He quipped in, but he was just trying to be funny. He thought about what happened to the paperwork though. He knew he had it. He was sure of it. "Your friend Preston gave it to me, tucked it in to my..." He said thinking. "Coat pocket." He looked around the room and found that his coat was flung over the chair that was in his room. He took another bite of his bagel before putting it back on the plate and got up to get it. He was keenly aware now he was only in his boxers, but at the same time didn't care.
He plucked up his jacket and found the envelope. He felt like it was a little thicker than before but he shrugged on it, clearly wanting to get back to his bagel and then handed it over to Gen. "You can add it to your scrap book." He joked. Of course, he had no idea along with the contract they signed and the receipt was their copy of their temporary certificate, and instructions that their official one would be in the mail shortly after it was processed by the government. He bit back in to his bagel settling next to her on the bed.
"It would have to be on you," she speculated, "because I don't really just do platonic sleepovers. Not since middle school, and especially not with a guy. I guess we'll have to agree that I most likely came onto you and you said no." Gen shrugged. "No, not really feeling sexy right now, even after the potion. At least you're not withholding kisses anymore. I might have to be upset about that."
She very deliberately gave him a once over that stopped at his boxers. "Except for last night. Too bad, but it's still a nice view." Gen raised an eyebrow. Oh, right, she had invited Preston. He had also come alone, even though she knew he was interested in someone. Genevieve supposed he wasn't ready to take her to a fake wedding, or maybe he had missed out on the fact that some women were more likely to put out after they'd been to one. Something about love in the air.
Finishing her bagel first, she took the envelope and shook it a little. She frowned. That felt...different. "Oh, yeah, that scrap book I still haven't done even though I never meant to," she answered absently as she started to open the envelope. Pulling out the contents, she looked them over before her eyes widened. Then she started to cackle. "You've got to be shitting me." She looked over at her not-so-fake husband then, debating whether or not she should tell him or draw it out. Of course, Genevieve being who she was, she decided to draw it out.
“I’m okay with being a gentleman and not wanting to have sex with an unconscious lady. I’m pretty sure it’s in my oaths or something for being a nurse” Charles joked. He was kind of glad she declined any sort of sexy times though, because he really wasn’t in the mood for it either. Then again, he wanted it with Gen, probably more than he realized, just not in that moment. He still wasn't sure how this worked when you had already known somebody for as long as they had known each other. His feelings for her swelled here and there, and he felt strongly but he wasn't sure he should, considering they'd only just been on their second date.
"You'll get to see everything in due time." He shot back at her, and then looked her over, with approval and let out a little rumble growl at her, with a smirk. She had to know she was beautiful. She had to know that as much as she teased him about him not jumping her right away, was by no means a reflection on what he wanted to do with her.
Charles was busy finishing off his bagel to really pay much mind to what was going on with the envelope. He reached for a second one, because he was boy he liked to eat, when he heard her cackle. "Yeah, I know I over paid for the rings, but I mean, they're our wedding rings, I wasn't going to go cheap." He chuckled shoving more bagel in his mouth without even thinking of what she might have been giggling about.
Mmm. Food.
"Is it? They've gotten oddly specific with those things," she joked with a raised eyebrow. Normally she wouldn't care what emotions were or weren't involved with sex. Her only hangup about doing it with Charles that morning was because of how gross or in pain either of them felt. Especially her masochist of a husband who'd decided to wait on slow-acting, non-supernatural, over the counter medicines for his hangover.
Gen couldn't help but to grin at his growl. "You'd better be glad I'm not in the mood to ravish you," she shot back, because really, that growl was cute.
She hadn't even noticed the ring price until he mentioned it. "You weren't gonna go cheap on rings for our fake wedding?" she reminded him, because at the moment, that's still what he believed it was. Genevieve snorted. "Whatever, I'll come back to that later. That's not what I'm laughing about. You really should've looked in this envelope, Charles. I think last night played out a little differently than you think it did." Gen was grinning smugly at what she knew that he didn't.
"They are. No spooning in the emergency room too for some reason." He shot back, quicker than he had anticipated considering the state his head was in. Banter. Always banter with them. But then they had these moments of clarity and clearly connection and it's what Charles lived for in their relationship. Connecting together in a way that he hadn't though they ever would, when he'd just had his crush on her.
"There's more where that came from." He teased back. Sure he was a bit of a softy at times, and he certainly had a soft spot for Gen, but that didn't mean he didn't have a hard spot for her either. He'd just not had the chance when well...they weren't drunk or covered in chocolate. Charles realized he'd had more than one shot and he'd not taken them and now he felt a little silly. He leaned over and pecked her cheek briefly.
"I was drunk. It seemed very real." He joked. He had wanted them to have a nice reminder of the evening, and well, he got talked up pretty good. When drunk, Charles was pretty well up to be suggested to. He looked confused though when she said what she did next. "Sorry. Did it say we did have sex in there or something?" Maybe there were pictures.... He took another bite of his bagel and looked over at her curiously.
Can't even spoon? It's like the bad old days of double twin beds for married couples on sitcoms." Genevieve liked banter. It was a lighter way to get to know someone without having to get too serious. She lived to avoid seriousness most of the time. She had her moments of it, like at work, but that was primarily the extent of it. Those moments of closer connection made her feel vulnerable, so she usually chose them carefully. Like when she had told Charles about her parents, after he'd told her about his.
He still wasn't getting it. Luckily, she was feeling well enough to fully enjoy this moment. She could just picture the expression on his face once the truth actually came to light. The anticipation was building for her, until she couldn't take it anymore. "No. I wish that's what it said. Who doesn't get laid on their wedding night?"
She offered the envelope and its contents back to him, already starting to laugh. "No, Charles. What it says is that we actually got married. There's nothing fake about last night. You and I are one hundred percent legally man and wife. It's a good thing you didn't go for something cheap like Ring Pops, because we might be stuck like this a while. But hey, congratulations, because I didn't think you'd actually go down the aisle with me. You're more stubborn than I gave you credit for."
"Just not in the emergency room. Those beds are tiny anyway." He mused and gave her a look. "Other rooms...well.." He shrugged. It was a funny enough conversation but Charles worked with a lot of old people. He didn't want to think of them in that way. Besides, he was a married man now. He'd only be thinking about that with her. The idea, even the jest, brought a smile to his face.
"Women who drink too much on their wedding day." He pointed out, still smiling. He couldn't help it. It was true after all. "And men too I suppose." He chuckled.
Charles at first, thought she was joking and made a face at her. "Sure Gen I..." He looked down at the papers and his eyes widened. They'd gotten married. For real. Charles was completely surprised. He looked at her his face still in shock. "We're married? We're married." He said still surprised. And then he started to smile, because, really what else could you do...other than freak out, because that wasn't his style. "Holy shit you're my wife." He grinned at her and then couldn't help it, he leaned over and gave her a long, excited kiss. He shouldn't have felt that way...but he kind of did.
He eventually pulled back enough to mumble against her lips. "You're my wife..."
"There's a loophole in there somewhere. Maybe not spooning, but one on top of the other. It saves space on those tiny emergency room beds." She wasn't thinking about him doing it with the patients. In most hospital dramas, it was always staff-on-staff loving. Or so she assumed, because she only knew about those shows what she had seen on commercials from them, or occasional glimpses she never asked for.
Gen rolled her eyes at that. "I know implied consent is too much of a gray area, but really, on your wedding night, there's implied consent. Especially with me, because I've been trying to get you in bed since we started dating all two dates ago." She paused to look at his bed, where they had slept. "And for the record, this is not what I meant by that."
The impish side of her delighted in the way he trailed off and stared at the papers. Then that impish side was disappointed at how happy he looked after the shock faded. "Wow. You recovered from that a lot faster than I exp--" he started, but was interrupted by the enthusiastic kiss. Genevieve stared at him. "You're actually happy about that?" she wondered out loud in disbelief. "Yes, Charles, we're married. I'm your wife. You're my husband. I'm also not planning on divorcing you, because I'm too lazy, but I'm guessing you're okay with that."
"If you don't stop harping on that you're going to find yourself in a situation this morning that neither of us are in much of a head space for." He joked, but he gave her a look as if to say, don't start that again. Not the one upping. He was too tired. Too headachey. The man with the headache. It was kind of funny really. "You really don't want me to be gentlemanly do you?" He joked, but he could appreciate it. She had wanted to get him in to bed since the beginning? While he'd had some idea that they were closer to that than farther, if she had been right up front like that, Charles wasn't sure if he'd had bothered with the gentlemanly thing at all. Maybe. He might have been.
The fact that her delighted face had vanished didn't go unmissed and it was there in her tone too. She wasn't...happy but she wasn't unhappy either? And she wasn't going to divorce him, so exactly what did that mean. "I don't know. I mean. I don't think it's such a bad thing." He said, trying to even out his face. "I don't have to be okay with that, if you don't want me to be." He said frowning. Sure it was a weird feeling to be happy about a marriage that was not planned and was drunken but... "Would you prefer me to be angry about it? Because I can try to be but that's not really my thing." He offered though it was an odd thing to offer.
He studied her face, trying to figure out what she was feeling about this. Gen sometimes was hard to read, and while Charles was patient, he wasn't sure sometimes what she was thinking. Really there had only been two ways to react to it for him, annoyed or upset or happy and excited. He'd chosen the better one, at least he'd thought.
Genevieve snickered. "How would that be for your picturesque first time together? Feeling sick and hurting so much it's barely even enjoyable. That's one way to make it memorable." She raised an eyebrow at him. "When have I ever said I wanted you to be gentlemanly? But yeah, all right, I'll let you off the hook. This time. I'm starting to think you've got some kind of master plan to make me wait until I throw myself at you." She was kidding, of course. Gen was too lazy to throw herself.
She waved a hand dismissively. "No, not angry; shocked. I was kinda hoping for a YouTube-worthy freak out, but the moment's passed. You're allowed to be happy about it. It's not as funny, but it's still allowed. Besides, I'm still hoping your family will have enough of a freak out to make up for it," Gen added slyly. "And not just because I'm human. Tell me I can get my hopes up for that." As far as telling her own parents about it, she would wait. They'd probably think she was making it up, anyway.
With a stretch, Genevieve finally pushed herself out of the bed. "I'm still planning on that shower. Then I'll worry about finding my clothes." She paused. "So...thinking about living arrangements, I know we're technically married and all, but would it offend you if I said I think we should stick to our own apartments for now?"
"That wouldn't be so bad if you did." He gave her a more cheeky grin but his head hurt and he wasn't quite up to snuff as he usually was when it came to verbally sparring with her. "I thought I'd treat you decently first before I became indecent." He said shaking his head and smiling. She really was funny. "That wouldn't be so bad though would it?" He asked, but he was more joking than anything.
"You can get your hopes up, yup." He affirmed. "You may even want to invest in to a decent camera to take the video." He joked. It was true. It was going to be a bit of fiasco once people found out, but Charles wasn't planning on telling his family any time soon. Of course, there was always announcing it as a joke just to piss off Gideon. That would be kind of hilarious.
He was lost in his own thoughts when she mentioned the shower. "The towels are fresh in their." He commented before she mentioned their living arrangements. He hadn't even thought about that. Probably why he'd never gotten married before. "That doesn't offend me. I think it might be going a bit far to move in as well." He chuckled. "Kenna's moving in anyway this month. She needs to get out of her place. I guess I'll be seeing more of the deaf fbi guy, snow white." Charles joked.
"You can treat me decently afterward, too," Gen answered with a casual shrug. "We're married now, so it's not like either of us can run out like it's a one night stand. Which, let's be honest, would probably have been me at your place, or kicking you out of my place."
It was a decent consolation, getting to rile up his racist--specist?--family. "Just give me a heads up when it's going down and I'll stop by Best Buy first to get a good one."
She let out a breath of relief when he didn't fight her about the living arrangements. They were still getting to know each other in a dating capacity, so it only made sense, even if they were legally bound to each other. "Just tell her to use the sock-on-the-door system if she and her special agent need some alone time. Then you can come hang at my place. Unless I have a sock on the door already," she added slyly, but she was clearly joking.
With a yawn, she turned in the direction of the bathroom. "Don't miss me too much while I'm showering. I'll try not to be in there all day."
"I plan to." He smiled back at her, though she was teasing about one night stands and he just shook his head. Charles wasn't really a one night stand guy, but that was okay.
"I promise to tell you."
Charles laughed about the sock on the door. "Well I'm glad to have a place to go then when Kenna and her FBI guy get busy here." He shook his head. He wasn't sure how long Kenna would be with him if they kept going the way they were going, but Charles was happy for the two of them. It made him glad that Kenna had met the right guy.
Charles pointed her towards the shower. "Take as long as you like." Charles couldn't believe how drastically his life had changed in one night, but truly he was happy about it, and he couldn't wait to see what was going to come next.