⚘ : Charlie Bushnell

You and Charlie have been good friends for a long time. And as your friendship develops, you observe that he wears rings constantly.

The sky was azure, the sun shone, and sunlight streamed into your bedroom. Charlie was asleep close to you as you lay in bed. Charlie was dozing off on his side, facing you, his hands resting on your waist while you lay on your back.

One of your hands held a book, and the other was resting on top of his hands, which was on your waist. You felt his cold rings as you held his hand and chose to play with them.

“You like them?” His face buried in your neck, he questioned in a whispered voice.

જ ͡ ➴ playing with his rings.