Charlie and Davia's relationship was passionate and filled with ups and downs as a result. It had been that way from the start. When they fought, they screamed and broke stuff. When they made love, they practically tore the sheets apart. It could be rocky, but the good times always seemed to make up for the bad. He adored her. Worshiped her. Needed her more than life itself. She was as much a part of him as his own arm, and just like his limbs, he wanted her attached to him at all times.
"Don't say that!" he said with a chuckle. "If it's the best, then how the hell am I gonna top it next year and the years after that? Maybe I set the bar too high too soon. I should have given you something crappy this year." Charlie would never do that though. He put a lot of thought into her gifts. He didn't have a lot of money to spend, but but expensive gifts weren't always the best gifts anyway. Writing a song for her meant a lot more, and the memory would last a lot longer than most gifts.
He could feel her flesh react to his touch, and it sparked all sorts of ideas. There were plenty of empty classrooms close by. Hell, a decent sized closet would work! He just wanted her so badly. "Then you shouldn't have to wait," he whispered in her ear, before kissing her lips again. "Come on... let's find somewhere private."