I collapse on top of him, breathless and panting. After a moment, I shift my weight to roll off him, but his arm clutches me tighter tohis chest.
“Not yet,” he whispers into the top of my head, and I swear he smells my hair.
I lightly run my fingers through his smattering of chest hair as we lie there, our breathing evening out. Finally, I roll off him, heading to the bathroom.
When I walk out of the bathroom a minute later, I find Carter sitting on the edge of the bed, staring intently at his hands.
“Want to come on my run with me?” I offer, not sure how else to make it clear that we might not be dating, but I definitely want to do that again.
Carter’s face morphs into the cocky smirk I’ve come to know so well. “Are you sure you can keep up?”
Chapter twenty
Carter
“Nope,”IsayasNash drops his black backpack into the seat next to mine on the plane. No way am I spending this sixteen-hour flight to Tokyo with anyone but the woman who completely upended my world this morning. “Kelsey and I are using the flight to get some work done.”
It’s not a lie per se.
“It’s okay, Nash,” Kelsey says from behind him in the aisle. “You don’t want to spend the whole flight listening to him whine about how sore he is, anyway.”
Nash flashes a smile at Kelsey, and I flex my hand to resist punching him in his stupid face.
“I can’t believe you convinced him to go on a six-mile run,” Nash says as he moves farther down the aisle. “I tried to get him to go on a jog in Vancouver, and he didn’t even answer—just shook his head as he walked away.”
Kelsey’s eyes sparkle with mischief as they catch mine.
“Turns out, Carter will do anything if you bet him he can’t.”
I grab Kelsey’s black backpack and place it on the middle seat as she shoves her carry-on into the storage bin over her head.
“You know he’s going to start betting me to do the most random shit now, right?” I ask Kelsey once she’s sitting down.
“That was the goal,” she says as she leans toward me to pull her laptop and headphones out of her backpack.
Do not kiss her. Do not kiss her.
“Wipe that look off your face, Carter Mitchell,” Kelsey hisses at me so low, I can barely hear her.
“What look?” I ask, grabbing the safety card out of the back of the seat and focusing on the drawings.
Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Kelsey’s narrowed eyes, but I continue my perusal of the features of our CloudBus C220 airplane.
Kelsey pulls out her phone, her fingers flying over the screen for a moment before a text pops up.
Kelsey
You look like you want to eat me.
Me
I do want to eat you.
You’re fucking delicious.
I’deat you every day if I could.
I’ve always thought the mile-high club was overrated…small bathrooms, big guy and all…but I’m starting to see the appeal.
