His book was immediately returned to it's spot on the bedside table when Charles heard Piper through the door. Just the sound of her voice twisted his stomach in knots. Good knots.

It was a short trip from his bed to the door, which he pulled open quickly, a smile affixed to his face. "Do you want to come in, or shall I come out?" he asked, not wanting to make her feel like she had to come hang out on his bed with him.