22 LUKELast night had been perfect. Charlotte and I had lain together under the stars until the moon was high, but when the temperature started to drop, we packed up for home, spending one last night together in my bed.
The day had been filled with sunshine and laughs and more chemistry than I’d ever felt in my life, but in the end, it hadn’t really changed anything. Charlotte didn’t mention the future, and though I wondered where her head was at, I didn’t have the balls to bring it up.
If I had, I knew I’d probably end up begging her to stay, and I’d only come to regret it. Just like I had with my mom, and just like I had with Sarah. There were sayings about this exact situation—about being burned, or fool me once, stuff like that—and I didn’t care to see history repeat itself.
Charlot
