My mind travelled back to the first time Charlie had let himself into the house to wait for me with the spare key I gave to him.

I had completely forgotten that he had a spare key, and so when I came home from school that afternoon, stressed out, famished and in a haste to be at the strip club, I had been scared out of my skin to find his hulky figure in my sparsely furnished sitting. The books I held slipped smoothly out of my grip and my heart had been on it's way to my mouth before he could turn around to reveal himself.

He had rolled...