Chapter 32

"Charlie." I groan, tossing over so that my face buries into the pillow. He doesn't disappear though. I listen, hearing him shuffle across the room towards my bed, and the weight of the bed, dips slightly as he sits himself next to me. I open one eye slightly, to see a shirtless Aaron Johnson smirking down at me. "Afternoon." he greets me, pushing a lock of my brown hair out of my face. I shove his hand away and turn, bringing the duvet higher over my head. "You know it's like, 4pm now? You've...