When I met Charles, his nervousness defined his being, but his seductive stare paired with the way he masterfully teased his shirt off told another story. In this moment, he is completely calm and collected, and the feeling is contagious. I run my fingertips down his chest, stopping to unbutton his jeans. "You're beautiful, Charlie." 

The compliment catches him off guard, and I watch as his nervous energy bubbles up. "You called me Charlie."

I can't stop the grin. "I did." In one motion, I push him onto the bed. "Now, Charlie, let's get the rest of these clothes off."