Kissed him.
I know, okay?
I know.
I thought the truth would come out naturally during the call with Layla.
It did not.
I wanted to tell Carter about Vivian after that, I really did.
But I also wanted to kiss him.
Like, a lot.
So I did.
And he kissed me.
And it felt right.
I’m tired of trying to convince myself that not being with the guy I’ve liked more than anyone in my whole life is a good thing.
So we made out that night. I thought maybe I’d regret it afterward.
I did not.
So we made out the next night.
And again a couple days after that.
And a bunch of other times in the past few weeks.
Including right now.
Yes. We are making out right now.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” Carter says, his lips brushing mine, his hand tangled up in my hair.
“Hard same,” I say, more or less lying on top of him, as much as that’s possible in the back seat of his not-so-large vehicle, Toro. We’re parked under some trees at Brisby Brook Park, which has become a regular spot for us. I like it because it’s romantic. And also hidden.
“Let’s stay here till tomorrow,” Carter says, his hand sliding down my back toward my butt.
“I wish.” I move my mouth to Carter’s neck, then kiss a ladder back up to his lips. “I have to leave in a bit. Going out to dinner with Mom and Ron.”
“Just skip it. They’ll be fine.”
“Trust me, I would love to. But it’s, like, a celebration.”
“Oh.” Carter moves his head to the side. “Of what?”
Dammit. Why did I say that word? I want us to keep kissing.
Maybe I can make up some other good news Mom, Ron, and I would be celebrating. Like, that we got a puppy or something. A miniature schnauzer! Named Dipsy!
I have to tell him.
“I, um... officially decided to go to Delaware.”
