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Assistant: Title: Between a Lie and a Heartbeat
        Author: annerieel annerieel 
        Chapter: 3/4 
        Summary: When Charlie loses his memories in an accident, W@lly sees an opportunity – a chance. He lies, telling him they were in a relationship .But as the days turn into weeks, he starts to wonder: when the truth comes out, will there be anything real left between them?A desperate lie. A forgotten love. A second chance that wasn't his to take. But what if pretending turns into something real? What happens when the memories return?
        Contents: Chapter 3
    

    


  

  
  
    
    Charlie woke the next morning to the soft glow of sunlight streaming through the wide bedroom windows. His head felt clearer, the fog of the hospital fading a little more each day. He blinked slowly, stretching his stiff muscles as his gaze drifted over the sleek, modern furniture and the polished wooden floors that seemed to glow in the morning light.Beside him, W@lly stirred, his arm still draped possessively over Charlie’s waist. He felt the warmth of W@lly’s body against his back, the steady rise and fall of his chest a comforting reminder of his presence. For a moment, Charlie let himself relax into the touch, the softness of the sheets, the warmth of the morning sun. It felt almost... normal.“Morning,” W@lly murmured, his lips brushing the back of Charlie’s neck. His voice was rough with sleep, a low, rumbling sound that sent a shiver down Charlie’s spine.“Morning,” Charlie whispered back, his voice still thick with sleep. He felt W@lly’s arm tighten around him, his fingers tracing slow, lazy circles against Charlie’s bare hip beneath the sheets.You sleep okay?” W@lly’s hand slipped up, brushing the soft skin of Charlie’s side, his touch gentle but firm.Charlie closed his eyes, trying to focus on the warmth of the moment. “Yeah... I think so.”“Good,” W@lly whispered, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to Charlie’s shoulder. “That’s my boy.”Charlie’s cheeks flushed, his heart picking up speed at the low, possessive tone in W@lly’s voice. He felt a strange mix of comfort and confusion, his body responding instinctively to W@lly’s touch even as his mind still struggled to piece together the fragments of his shattered memories.As W@lly’s hand continued its slow, teasing path up his side, Charlie felt his breath catch, his body tingling with a strange, unfamiliar heat. He shifted slightly, turning to face W@lly, their faces inches apart, breath mingling in the quiet, sunlit room. “I was thinking,” Charlie whispered, his voice barely audible, “maybe you could tell me more about... well, about me.” W@lly’s eyes darkened slightly, his smile tightening just a fraction. “Of course, baby,” he murmured, his hand slipping up to cradle the back of Charlie’s neck, his fingers tangling in his hair. “What do you want to know?”Charlie hesitated, his mind racing. "What about my family? Did I have friends? Was I close with anyone?”W@lly’s jaw tensed for a split second before his expression softened, his thumb brushing gently against Charlie’s cheek. “You were always a bit of a lone wolf,” he said, his tone careful. “And no. You... don’t really have family. You were adopted when you were younger. Tony took you in, but he was never really around. Always busy with work, you know? But you didn’t let it bother you. You were always so independent."Charlie frowned, something about that answer feeling slightly off, but before he could push further, W@lly leaned in, capturing his lips in a slow, possessive kiss that left him breathless. "Who is Tony?"“Tony is your adopted father""He is like my father too.You don’t need to worry about that now,” "You'll meet Tony soon when you're ready."W@lly whispered against his lips, his hand slipping down to press firmly against the small of Charlie’s back, pulling him closer.W@lly moved closer, his hand now slipping under Charlie’s shirt, fingers grazing the warm skin of his waist. "Also you’ve got me. I’m also your family Charlie." Charlie felt his body respond instinctively, his arms slipping around W@lly’s neck as he leaned into the kiss, his pulse quickening. He felt W@lly’s hands slip beneath his shirt, warm fingers tracing the curves of his back, pulling him closer until their bodies were pressed together, heat building between them.W@lly pulled back just enough to catch Charlie’s dazed, glassy-eyed expression, his lips curling into a slow, satisfied smile. “See?” he whispered, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’re right where you belong.” In the meantime... **Babe’s POV** Babe slammed the front door of his small, cluttered apartment, the sound echoing through the empty space as he tossed his keys onto the battered coffee table. His chest felt tight, his mind a swirling mess of confusion and anger.Charlie was alive. He was sure of it . That much he had managed to confirm after days of desperate searching, calling every hospital in the city until his voice had gone hoarse. But what he couldn’t wrap his head around was the sudden, suffocating silence. The missed calls, the unanswered texts. It didn’t make sense.He dropped onto the worn, creaking couch, his head falling back against the threadbare cushions as he rubbed his temples, trying to push back the rising panic. Something wasn’t right. He could feel it, like a splinter lodged deep under his skin, impossible to ignore. Reaching for his phone, Babe pulled up his last message to Charlie, the screen glowing coldly in the dim light of the room:*“Hey, Charlie. Heard about the accident. Please call me when you’re okay. I’m worried about you.” It had been days, and still no reply. Not even a single, reassuring word. It felt wrong, so deeply wrong that Babe’s stomach twisted with every passing hour. As he stared at the unanswered message, his mind raced with possibilities, each one darker than the last. What if Charlie didn’t want to see him? What if something had happened? What if... what if he had lost him for good? “No,” Babe whispered to himself, his hands clenching into fists as a sharp, determined fire sparked in his chest. “I’m not losing him. Not like this.” He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he pulled up Charlie’s contact, his thumb hovering over the call button. He hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding, before he hit dial, the phone ringing in his ear as he held his breath, silently praying for an answer. He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he pulled up Charlie’s contact, his thumb hovering over the call button. He hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding, before he hit dial, the phone ringing in his ear as he held his breath, silently praying for an answer. The call rang once, twice, three times, each second stretching into an eternity. Just as Babe’s hope began to waver, the line clicked, and a familiar voice crackled through the receiver.“Hello?” Charlie’s voice sounded distant, uncertain, but unmistakably his.Babe’s heart nearly stopped. He felt a flood of relief so intense it left him dizzy. “Charlie? Oh my god, Charlie, it’s me. Are you okay? I’ve been so worried.” "Who is this""I'm Babe.What's wrong? Where are you? Are you okay?There was a brief pause, the sound of muffled voices in the background, and then Charlie’s hesitant response. “Uh... yeah, I’m... I’m okay. Sorry, I just... things have been a bit... confusing.” Babe’s brow furrowed, the relief quickly morphing into confusion. Something about Charlie’s tone felt off, distant, like he was talking to a stranger. “Charlie, where are you? Can I come see you?” Another pause, longer this time, filled with a tense, crackling silence. “I... I’m not sure if that’s a good idea right now,” Charlie finally said, his voice strained, almost fearful. “I need some time.” Before Babe could respond, the line went dead, the harsh click of the call ending echoing in the quiet of his apartment.What the hell is going on? I'm not going to sit here and do nothing. I'm must find him and explain everything that happened between us. Uhhh my mind... I think I'm going crazy...'
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