I know I should stand up and walk away but at the moment I don't care. Harry is in there having fun with that girl on his lap and I can't bring myself to look at him.
"If I said that I am sorry, would you forgive me?" Charlie asks quietly.
I think for a moment. Would I?
I eventually shake my head.
"No."
"What if I really meant it?"
"No."
"For once, I'm not drunk. I avoided alcohol tonight just to be able to have a sober talk with you."
I turn to look at him then.
"How many girls have you r***d in your lifetime, Charlie?"
"None."
"I don't believe you."
He shrugs. "It's the truth."
"Then why me?"
"I don't know. Just something about you. You are different. You know that, don't you?"
"No, I don't. Tell me about it."
"You ooze of charm and innocence.."
"And you thought that i
