“Wait!” Amy protested, with a slight chuckle. “But what about getting laid?”
“That story’s gonna have to wait,” I smiled. “But trust me. It’s a good one.”
I hung up and slipped my phone into my pocket, just as he reached me. Carter’s tousled hair was wind-blown but still messy perfect. His usual warm expression had an air of serenity and contentment to it.
“Whatcha doing up here, Angel?”
“Taking selfies,” I lied.
“Yeah,” he snickered. “Okay.”
“What? You don’t believe me?”
He square jaw twitched. “Not even a little bit.”
I shrugged resignedly. “Smart man.”
“I figured you needed a minute,” he allowed. “But I also noticed you escaped breakfast without this.”
His arm swung forward, presenting a travel mug of steaming black coffee. My heart leapt with joy.
“You really do love me.”
“So much that it hurts.”
I laughed, and poked my tongue out at him. For a brief, heart-stirring moment I let myself wonder what it would be like if he really did love me.
“You didn’t come up here just for this though,” I said, taking a sip. “Or the selfies.”
“No. I didn’t.”
“Wanna clue me in?”
Carter shrugged and went to put his hands in his pockets. Which was especially hilarious, because the sleep pants he’d thrown on didn’t have pockets.
“I guess I just wanted to check up on you,” he admitted, his palms sliding awkwardly down his thighs. “Make sure everything’s okay.”
I took an ambrosial sip of coffee and let out a long, gratified sigh.
“And why in the world wouldn’t it be okay?”
If I thought he looked awkward with his handsnotin his pockets, the half-hearted shrug he managed looked even more so.
“Could you be referring to our all night, no mattress marathon?”
Carter practically choked. “I— I uh…”
“My abrupt hosting of every event in the living room floor Olympics?”
I watched him twist uncomfortably over the rim of my mug. It was cute, knowing he’d come all the way up here just to see if I was alright with everything that had happened between us. But it was even more cute watching him squirm.
“Look,” I finally chuckled. “I’m fine. More than fine, actually. To tell the truth, I’ve always wanted a threesome.”
He squinted back at me curiously. “You have?”
“Sure,” I shrugged again. “Every girl in the world wonders what it would be like, at one time or another. And the ones who say they don’t are filthy liars.”
I hoisted my mug his way; and gave him a wink.
