She narrows her eyes and complains, “You let me win, didn’t you!”
I shake my head. “Nope, you won fair and square.”
“Great. I can’t walk, I think my legs just fell off.”
I reach a hand out. “Come on.”
After a minute or two, she lifts her arm. I lock my fingers around her wrist and tug. She’s like dead weight. But still, I outweigh her by at least a hundred pounds. Give or take. I can probably bench press her, so lifting her to her feet isn’t a struggle.
Daisy groans with the movement.
Making a snap decision, I do exactly what I was tempted to do earlier and haul her into my arms, throwing her over my shoulder while walking toward the front entrance.
“Carter! What are you doing?” She whacks my back with her hand, but she’s so exhausted that there isn’t much power behind it. “Put me down this instant!”
Since it’s about eight in the morning, more people are leaving thebuilding to head off to class. A group of girls stare in our direction and dissolve into a fit of giggles.
“Morning, Carter!” a few of them call, waving enthusiastically.
With one hand firmly placed on the back of Daisy’s thighs, I wave with the other as if there isn’t a girl thrown caveman-style over my shoulder with her ass in the air.
“I swear to God,” Daisy growls, sounding less winded. “I’m going to get you back for this.”
I give her ass a sharp crack. She yelps, and the girls watching us go wide-eyed. Maybe a little dreamy-eyed as well, but I’m not going to read too much into that.
“You’ll do nothing of the sort.” I remind her, “We called a truce.”
“You slapped my ass,” she whispers.
“Damn right, I did.” I slap it again before opening the door and heading into the lobby.
17
DAISY
Olivia and I arrive at the party arm-in-arm.
BU played their fourth game of the season and came out victorious. Which means a celebration is in order. The fact that it was a tight contest and could have gone either way only means that students will turn out in droves.
Speaking of tight…
I’m embarrassed to admit that I spent a fair amount of time watching Carter’s ass in those form-fitting white pants. Say what you want about the guy, but he has amazing…
Assets.
It goes without saying that I shouldn’t think about or watch Carter’s backside. Especially during a football game. I’m there to support Noah. And I genuinely enjoy football. I grew up watching Noah play. I’m not like Olivia, who sits in the stands and has no clue what’s going on.
But still, I couldn’t take my eyes off Carter.
I need to shake these thoughts loose. With excessive force, if need be. I can’t allow myself to trip down this path. Carter and I are in a good place, and I don’t want to rock the boat.
The plan for this evening is to have a few drinks and make outwith a cute guy. And it doesn’t necessarily have to be in that order, either. I need someone to take my mind off a certain dark-haired football player.
That shouldn’t be too difficult, right?
BU has its fair share of hot guys. It’s one of the perks of attending a school that has roughly ten thousand students. The hunting grounds are always plentiful.
As Olivia and I make our way to the door, we’re greeted by a hulking guy who appears to be missing a neck. I bet he could easily bench press a VW Beetle. Most girls would be intimidated by the sheer size of him. I’m not. Owen’s a big, squishy teddy bear inside. Added bonus, he knows his way around a kitchen and makes the best lasagna I’ve ever tasted. And that’s saying something because Aunt Marnie is a phenomenal cook.
