Charlie
I couldn’t stop hearing that voice.
Even now, minutes later, it still curled inside my chest like smoke—warm, rich, dangerous. It didn’t just sound deep. It felt deep.
Like the kind of sound you survive, not just hear. Like thunder shaking the ground before the storm even shows up.
It had weight. Texture. Sin.
And I was not okay.
“Earth to Charlie?” Noah nudged my shoulder, the sound of his voice dragging me out of the echo chamber of lust and voice p**n currently happening in my head.
“Yep!” I answered, a little too fast and with the kind of pitch only dogs should’ve been able to hear.
He blinked. “...You sure?”
“Mmhmm.” I cleared my throat and forced a smile that probably looked like I’d just accidentally sat on a cactus. “Totally normal. Just, you know, experiencing mi
