Evelyn’s POV
My mind travelled back to the first time Charlie had let himself into the house to wait for me with the spare key I gave to him.
I had completely forgotten that he had a spare key, and so when I came home from school that afternoon, stressed out, famished and in a haste to be at the strip club, I had been scared out of my skin to find his hulky figure in my sparsely furnished sitting. The books I held slipped smoothly out of my grip and my heart had been on it's way to my mouth before he could turn around to reveal himself.
He had rolled over in laughter at the sheer look of horror that lay unabated in my eyes. With time, I grew use to meeting him in my space at random. My room had a certain peace about it, he would claim. He is my boyfriend after all and it is totally cool
