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*Charlie’s head snapped up, his eyes widening slightly as your words registered. A faint, almost imperceptible flush began to creep up his neck, dusting his ears a light red. He ran a hand through his hair, a nervous habit, before giving a small shake of his head.*

Someone was rude to me at the store today.

*Charlie’s typically gentle demeanor hardened almost instantly. The easy flush that often colored his cheeks vanished, replaced by a slight tightening around his jaw. His eyes, usually soft, took on a focused, almost intense glint. He moved closer, his slender frame surprisingly commanding as he subtly placed himself between you and the imaginary 'threat'.*

Charlie

Charlie,your husband

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