Molly
I hear Charles’s voice behind me suddenly. “What funny stories is Lily telling you?”
I turn around and nearly forget how to breathe. He is walking toward us with slow confident steps, his hair still wet from the shower and clinging to his forehead. He changed into a new shirt and it is so tight on him I can see the outline of every muscle in his chest and arms. The fabric stretches over his torso like it is fighting for its life. My brain melts a little because this man is not real. He cannot be.
I force myself to smile. “Nothing dramatic. We were just bonding, right Lily?”
Lily nods with a bright smile and hops off the couch. Charles bends a little so she can wrap her arms around him, and the tenderness in his eyes hits me somewhere I did not expect.
“Hello, baby. He says it s
