“Are you blushing?” I asked.
“Naw.” He shrugged it off and stood in the doorway, watching me. “Just surprised.”
“Why?”
Carter looked around him before he bent down and pressed his lips against mine. Long and hard enough for me to revel in the roughness of his mustache and goatee against my skin. He raised his head, though he didn’t move away. His handsome face was so close to mine that his warm, minty breath tickled my nose. Close enough for us to kiss again.
We gazed at each other a moment longer before he asked, “Want to hang out at my place?”
“Yes,” I replied with no hesitation.
“Cool.” Carter tried unsuccessfully to hide his relieved smile as he closed my door.
Hmmm...he was nervous, too. Maybe. Just maybe, Carter St. Patrick was a possibility for me.
