Carter spent a few minutes staring at the screen, his own face looking back at him. The expression on his face was shell-shocked.
After a while he rose to his feet and went down the stairs, making himself a cup of coffee while the exhaustion he’d been suppressing with pure nerves and adrenaline caught up to him.
Carrying his coffee into his living room, Carter sat down on the couch and stared out the window as he drank. Glancing at his phone, he noticed that he had a new message. It was from John, and Carter felt a guilty lurch in his stomach at the sight of it.
He picked up the phone and read the text.
Hey, I had a lot of fun last night. Hope you got home safe. John.
The short little message made him smile, but then it made him sad. His burgeoning feelings for John were a dead end, and he should be running as far away from them as possible.
He didn’t even let himself think about the fact that it was his feelings for John he’d use as the basis for Yolanda’s spell.
Carter put down the phone without replying. Considering what he was about to do, leading John on would just be mean.
It was time to think about the future.
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