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Some small part of me was glad that it was costing him the same as it did me, and I tried to deny him, I really did. But my need for him was too great.

“Carter,” I breathed.

His hand moved then from my hip and up my torso. He pinched my nipple, and muttered, “Smartass.” but with his other he guided my movements.

I watched, my mouth open, my breathing turning shallow, as his palm trailed down from my breast, over my belly, and between my legs.

He found my clit with his fingers and started rubbing.

My vision turned white and my back bowed as I flew impossibly high in a swirl of emotion until I lost my breath.

I could feel Carter jerking inside me, his tremors becoming my own as his hands came around my body, and he pulled me down on top of him.

As he always did, once our breaths had even out, he palmed my breast and cupped me between my legs.

And he started petting me.

“Hmmm,” I hummed and turned my head into his neck.

I was still lost in the daydream that was us, that somehow became my reality, when he said in my ear, “Marry me.”

My face split into the biggest smile of my life, I tilted my head and looked into his cognac eyes, “I thought you’d never ask.”

“Maybe we should turn back around,” I bit the inside of my cheek so hard I tasted blood. “I mean, we don’t need to do this. This is silly, we shouldn’t do this now.”

Carter chuckled from the seat next to me, his eyes on the road, “What’s this, Dynamo. Are you experiencing a stage fright?”

“As if,” I scoffed.

We were in Denver. We landed last night, and I honestly couldn’t wait to see Alina, Rory, Sky and Carter’s brothers.

Being in L.A. this past few months, and even before that, finishing the tour, meant it was hard to see them regularly.

Sure, we spoke on the phone a lot, but every downtime we had, Carter and I spent up the mountain in the cabin that will feel like home for the rest of my life.

It was almost our sacred place. A place where we became an us.

But with what happened this morning, and a ring that sparkled on my ring finger, I suddenly had an urge to run away and shout our news from a great distance.

“Oh, I think she’s scared of how Rory will react,” Jason popped out from the back seat and I shrieked, grabbing Carter’s arm and almost sending us straight in a ditch.

“Where did you come from?” I gasped, holding my chest once Carter managed to right the car and keep us on the road.

“Oh, well…” Jason scratched the back of his hair.

I turned to Carter and slowly asked, “What did you do?”

His shoulders were shaking, and he was biting his lip.

“Carter,” I smacked his arm. “Why is Jason in our car.”

“Rory has a new client,” he said, his voice shaking from trying to hold back his laugh.

“No, she doesn’t,” I tilted my head. And then it came to me. “You’re after tickets.”

“Oh, we got them,” Carter glanced at me, a glint in his eyes. “Two days ago.”

“But then why are you still here?” I asked Jason. “Shouldn’t you be back at home?”