Charlie Puth Eyebrow Novels & Stories

Charlie pleaded at me with her puppy eyes while clutching the hem of my shirt. "Of course!" I answered enthusiastically and carried her in a piggy back ride. She squealed again at what I did. "Can you please take us a picture?" I asked a stranger nearest to us as I set up my phone to a camera. "Sure," he answered and I gave him my phone. We went near the dog mascot that Charlie was pointing to take a picture. "1. 2. 3. Smile!" As soon as I shouted smile. I carried Charles into my arms making him shout in surprise.

Adira Charlie and I made our way back to my room, a small smile on my face. Valentine wasn't nearly so bad when he was relaxed. And man did he look delicious out of a suit. He was the type of man that could make a potato sack look designer. It was the way he held himself, his confidence just oozing from him. But you can see there was more to him - so much more behind his eyes. And the way his face softened when he laughed...

I didn’t even realise when Charlie made his way towards me, amusement laced in his voice. “let me get this straight” Charlie leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, an infuriating smile playing across his face. His sharp blue eyes dancing with amusement, like he was enjoying my misery a little bit too much. I scowled, pressing the ice pack harder against my nose. “Go on, man, laugh it up.”