"Even if I am, you're still a prize, Edwin," Charles mumbled, his eyes closed. "'M so lucky I could be the one telling you." And he was serious. He knew how amazing Edwin was, and others knew it well, too. And with all that, Edwin chose his stupid ass to confess to.

Charles's arm tightened around Edwin, pulling him even closer.

"Did you have fun last night?" He tried to remember what exactly happened, but all he gathered was that he was dancing and singing and making friends... Did he check up on Edwin at all...?