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I find Carson sitting up in bed, back against the headrest. His naked, inked muscles, and all that hot chest hair of his unabashedly on display. The lower half of his body is carelessly covered by a portion of the crumpled sheets that’s doing an abysmal job of hiding the enormous erection tenting under it.
He grins at me, then eagerly pats the tiny vacant portion of the mattress at his side, right at the edge of the bed.
I smile back and do as he asks, sitting down where he gestured. His arms immediately surround me and haul me to his chest. Then he proceeds to pepper kisses on my forehead, on my nose, on my cheeks, and on my chin, and finally, his lips fall on mine as his big hands tangle in my waves.
He breaks the kiss just when I’m starting to get into it, my tongue twirling around his, and I moan into his mouth, trying to get his lips back on mine. He plays along for a moment, then pulls away again.
I bite my swollen lower lip, then I slide my bottom a little away from him so I can thoroughly look at his face.
‘What’s up?’I ask, both signing and using my mouth.
He gives one last caress to my hair and then pushes the lock behind my ear. His fingers linger on my cheek, then his hand drops to his lap.
He starts to sign something, then stops. He looks… a bit nervous.
I frown. Carson nevereverlooks nervous.‘Carson?’
I must look worried or something because he shakes his head, smiling to let me know everything is okay.
Then he sighs, sits up a little taller, and starts to talk. “Little Beauty… I’ve got to tell you something. Can’t keep it to myself any longer… can’t keep it in. It’s something important,” he says, and I can see from the way his throat is working that he’s using his voice, not just his lips.
Oh God, he’s not going to tell me that he has to leave, is he?
He wouldn’t… not so soon after last night.
I mean, I know he’s going to have to leave at the end of the week. He and his bandmates have to get ready for their Canadian dates, and they have a pretty busy schedule, but he told me he needs to be in LA only for a day or two.
Did something come up, and he has to leave for longer or something?
Or is this about something else entirely?
I try to appear calm and collected, but my heart is slamming against my chest. Something important doesn’t have to mean something bad.
Not necessarily, at least. Right?
Carson is still looking at me as if waiting for permission to proceed.
Crap. Gotta get a grip.
I nod at him.‘Go on, please.’
His smile is dazzling. He points at himself and then slowly starts to push his crossed arms toward his chest in an‘X’pattern.
Oh, no. No, no, no…
I can see where this is going, and I can’t let him go on.
I can’t. I can’t.
Panic grips me, and my hands shoot out to block his sign as I pleadingly shake my head at him.
He looks at me, surprised and maybe even a little hurt.
I feel tears in my eyes, but I can’t stop shaking my headNo.
He huffs out a breath, then his hands come up to gently grab both of my shoulders. “Stop it, Mia… stop it…”
I sigh and look away from him, hardly able to keep my tears from falling.
