C33 Thirty Three

"Charlie."

I groan, tossing over so that my face buries into the pillow. He doesn't disappear though. I listen, hearing him shuffle across the room towards my bed, and the weight of the bed, dips slightly as he sits himself next to me. I open one eye slightly, to see a shirtless Aaron Johnson smirking down at me.

"Afternoon." he greets me, pushing a lock of my brown hair out of my face