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"I don't know why I'm friends with you," I joke, leaning back in my seat and biting off a piece of a french fry. "I mean, you're essentially a twenty-six-year-old child."
"Oh, you're rude when you're bitter," he claps back.
I wink at him. "I'm rude all the time. It's part of my charm."
He huffs out a laugh and goes back to eating his dinner, leaving me to think about the same thing I haven't been able to get out of my mind all damn day—the way Carter looked with water dripping down his naked body.
My mind is fraternizing with the enemy.
PULLING UP TO MYdorm, Noah puts the car in park and reaches over for a hug before I climb out. I shut the door and wave to him as he drives away, but once he does, I see Carter sitting on the hood of his Lamborghini in the parking lot across the street.
Waiting for me.
I know I shouldn't go over there. Every part of me is screaming to turn around and go inside, except for the part that's not. The same part that hasn't stopped thinking about him all damn day. The one that holds the lingering feelings left over from two years ago. I do my best to ignore it, and most days I succeed. Today, however, isn't one of those days.
"What are you doing here, Carter?" I ask, walking toward him.
Something is off about him, though, as he looks up at me. "Did you have a nice date?" His question catches me off guard, but before I can respond, he shakes his head. "Don't answer that."
There are a million ways I could dissect his curiosity, or even his being here, for that matter, but I don't think it would do me any good. I'm already slipping up in ways I shouldn't be.
"How long have you been sitting here?"
He shrugs. "About an hour. I tried going up to your room, but some girl named Beverly said you were out."
"Ah. My vegan, feminist, boy and party hating roommate," I tell him as I lean up against his car.
Chuckling, he nods. "That would explain why she looked at me like I'm diseased."
"I mean, that or the fact that half the campus thinks you have chlamydia."
"Right. Thanks for that by the way."
"Oh, no problem." Sarcasm all but drips from both our lips, but it's not vicious by any means.
"And for the dress. I'm really thinking pink is my color."
I giggle softly. "Are you now?"
He smirks. "Oh, definitely. You opened up a whole new wardrobe for me."
"You're so dumb," I mock playfully, making him laugh.
Sometimes I miss this—the feeling of just being around him. Carter always seems to make people feel comfortable around him. He's protective as hell, even if it means ruining himself, and he'll do anything to cheer you up when you're sad. From time to time, I've let myself wonder what would have happened if I let him in when he came to mine and Davi's penthouse the morning after my life went to shit. But I couldn't. Not then, and certainly not now.
I can't do this.
Pushing off the hood of the car, I put some much-needed distance between him and me. "Goodnight, Carter."
"Night, Tye."
The whole way inside and up the stairs, I mentally chastise myself for slipping, again. I don't know what it is about him that softens me like some kind of goddamn amateur, but it needs to stop. There is no ending to this where he and I end up together. It just can't happen. I'm here to make him pay. That's all.
I slip inside my room and find a small, wrapped box sitting on my bed.
"Uh, what's that?" I ask Bev, despite not wanting nothing to do with her.
She glances over at the present and shrugs. "Some blond guy dropped it off for you. Said it was important."
