*Past*
“Charlie. Is that good?” Jaxson asked putting his arms around her shoulders while they were sitting on the park bench.
“Sounds like a guy’s name,” Charlotte replied. “But I like it,” she said and kissed his cheeks.
“How do I call you?” she asked.
"I don’t want any sweet names, just call me Jaxson or Jax,” he said.
“JAXSON, I really like your name you know,” she leaned on his shoulders.
“My late grandma, suggested this name because her first love my grandpa’s name is Jackson and she was married to him for forty years and I was named in memory of him,” he smiled.
“A great love story is behind your name,” Charlotte giggled.
“Yeah,” Jaxson turned to look at her face and leaned closer to kiss her lips.
“You still remember that night,” he whispered near her lips. Quickly her thin
