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“Please, Carter,” she whispers. She tugs my t-shirt and I sit up long enough to take it off entirely. Emilia pulls me back and kisses me with the same passion I’m feeling. Her tongue tangles with mine while my hands roam over her body. My fingers trail downwards, over her underwear, until the tips of my fingers graze her pussy. She inhales sharply and grabs my hair. She pushes her hips up in a silent bid for more, and I push her panties aside. My fingers slip into her easily — she’s fucking soaking wet.
Emilia moans and I grin before biting down on her lower lip. “Shh, baby,” I whisper. I tease her clit and keep her right on the edge, riling her up. I can’t help but mess with her.
“Carter, please.”
I give her what she wants and feel her body fall apart against mine, my lips swallowing every single one of her moans. She’s so fucking sexy. She collapses against my pillow and the way she smiles up at me makes me feel things I haven’t felt in years.
She pulls me closer and kisses me so sweetly that I’m suddenly filled with emotions I thought I buried long ago. I kiss her back slowly and gently before dropping my forehead against hers.
The lust is fading, and rationality is taking its place. I told myself I wouldn’t do this with her again, yet I didn’t last more than three months before I found myself in bed with her again.
I don’t want to put my heart on the line again. I don’t want to go through the roller coaster ride that any relationship with Emilia would be. I don’t want to risk upsetting my family. Mom might not have said anything, but it broke her heart when I wouldn’t come home for Emilia’s birthday or other family occasions. We finally got over that, we’re finally in a place where we can be friends again… I can’t fuck that up again — but I want to.
Chapter 13
Emilia
I’ve been nervous and giddy all morning. Carter and I spent most of last night together, kissing and touching in ways I’ve been craving. Just having his hands on me makes everything in the world feel right. I have no idea what time he snuck out. All I remember is falling asleep in his arms and waking up next to Kate.
“I must’ve been crazy. Shit, I’d be so dead if Carter caught me. Oh my god, the next time I so much as attempt to kiss Asher when Carter is nearby just smack me. Like, right across the face.”
I glance at Kate and shake my head. “Like that would actually stop you once you have your mind set on something.”
She purses her lips and nods. “Yeah, okay, good point.”
I chuckle and get dressed as quickly as I can. I’m eager to see Carter again. I’m glad he remembered to sneak out, but at the same time I was pretty disappointed when I didn’t wake up in his arms.
The entire house smells like bacon and my stomach growls loudly as I make my way to the kitchen. Carter and Asher are already sipping their coffee, both of them on their laptops at the kitchen counter.
“Morning,” I murmur, my voice betraying my giddiness. Asher barely looks up from his work, but Carter raises his head to look at me. I expected to find the same excitement in his eyes that I’m feeling, but instead he looks at me warily and smiles tightly. He looks back down without so much as bidding me a good morning, and all my excitement leaves me at once. I’m left feeling deflated, and I guess part of me is a bit humiliated. To think I was so excited when Carter seems to think I’m an inconvenience.
I grab a cup of coffee with shaking hands and stare out the kitchen window as I take a sip. Carter has always been the only one that’s capable of doing this to me. He makes me feel high highs and lower lows. A single look from him can drive me insane and his dismissal still hurts as much as it used to — perhaps even more. I promised myself I wouldn’t go down this road with him. We’ve been here before and we know where it leads. Yet, last night I just couldn’t resist. I thought Carter felt the same intense need that I was feeling… that inability to stay away for even a second longer. Was I wrong? It’s so easy to forget that he isn’t the guy I used to know. It’s been two years since he and I were even friends, let alone more than that.
Asher groans and gets up to walk to his room, his expression stormy. I glance at Carter to find him already looking at me, his expression carefully blank. Now that we’re alone in the kitchen, I’m suddenly nervous. This has gotta be the first time I’d rather have Kate interrupt us.
“Emilia,” he says, his voice calm and even. How can he possibly be this calm after the way he touched me last night? He gets up and approaches me. He leans back against the kitchen counter, leaving more than enough space between us.
“We should talk.”
I nod and bury my face in my coffee cup. Why does my heart already feel like it’s breaking?
“Look, Emilia, we both had a bit too much tequila. I mean, I did find you in my bed touching yourself and whispering my name... How could I not have been turned on? That doesn’t mean I should’ve acted on it, though. We shouldn’t have done what we did. I’m all for casual hook-ups, but you and I both know that we’re awful together. I’m not up for that mess again, and I’m sure you’re not either.”
My stomach twists uncomfortably, a dull ache spreading through my body. He regrets last night. Of course he does.
I look up at Carter and try my best to smile at him, but I’m sure I failed. “Yeah, no, of course,” I murmur, unsure what else to say. Part of me wants to question him, to ask him whether last night meant anything to him at all, but my pride won’t let me. I don’t want him to think I’m hurt or that I’m hung up on him or something. I don’t want to do anything that might endanger the delicate friendship we’ve rebuilt. I can’t risk losing Carter entirely, not again.
He exhales in relief and smiles at me — a real smile this time. “I knew you’d understand, but fuck, I was so worried. I think by now we know that we’re better off as friends, but I was worried I might’ve given you the wrong idea last night. I’m glad we’re on the same page, Minx.”
“Yeah, of course. So last night… was just a hook-up?”
Carter’s cheeks redden and he nods. “Yeah, well, I guess. Not much of a hook-up, though. All we did was make out.”
I instantly start to overthink his words. If this isn’t much of a hook-up, then what is? The idea of him with anyone else breaks my heart. I can’t help but think back to how he held Lisa in his arms and how he told her she could have anyone she wanted as soon as she decides on it. Did anyone include him? It’s obvious they’ve hooked up before, and it’s becoming a lot clearer what that actually entails. I’ve been seeing photos of them for two years now. Does that mean he’s been sleeping with her for years? Has he been falling for her, bit by bit, throughout that time? I’ve never seen him be as delicate with anyone as he was that night. I thought I was the only one that ever saw that side of him, but I was obviously wrong. While I was pining after him, he’s been moving on — with a girl that’s far more suitable for him. If she’d given him an honest chance, last night probably never would’ve happened.
“We’re good, right?”
Carter sounds anxious, as though the idea of me thinking last night meant anything at all terrifies him. My messed-up mind can’t help but wonder if it’s because of Lisa. Is he worried I might ruin things for him?
