Sincerely, Carter(33)

“Noted. If you change your mind about another party, don’t forget that I’ll be willing to show you my worthiness around three today.”

I didn’t bother responding. I walked down the hallway and into my room, noticing that Ari was struggling to sit up.

“Stop.” I placed a pillow behind her back and helped her.

“Thanks…” She looked up at me. “Can I ask you something?”

“Ask away.”

“Did we really kiss each other last night or was that a nightmare?”

“Yes, we really kissed each other last night,” I said. “But even if we hadn’t, it would be more of a wet dream for you, not a nightmare.”

“Forget I ever asked…” She tried to roll over, but I held her still.

“Do you remember any of what happened last night?”

“What do you mean any of what happened?” She looked terrified. “We did more than just kiss?”

“No…” I said, not sure how to feel about her not remembering. “Do you want to stay here for the rest of the day, or do you want me to take you home?”

“I honestly can’t feel my legs right now…” She croaked as she pushed her phone toward me. “Can you text Chris and ask him if we can skip tonight and go out tomorrow? I’m too hungover…”

“Being hungover means you’re incapable of texting?”

“I’ve texted your girlfriends before, and I didn’t complain…” She narrowed her eyes at me, handing me her phone.

I tapped her message box and noticed that Chris had sent her a shit ton of messages since last night. “Are you sure this guy isn’t the male version of Emily? He’s texted you damn near every hour on the hour since yesterday. You should probably read his messages first.”

She scooted to the edge of the bed, smiling and looking up at me. “Read them for me.”

“You owe me a hungover Saturday at your place, with breakfast. “

“Done deal.”

I clicked the first one.


Can’t wait to see you again, baby…

“You’ve known each other less than two weeks and he’s already calling you baby?”

“Just read them, without your unwanted commentary. Thanks.”

I rolled my eyes and clicked the next one.


You’re hot as shit, babe.

She smiled.


You’re beautiful as shit, babe.

She smiled again.


I can’t wait to see your—

I stopped. “I’m not reading the rest of this shit, Ari.”

“Please…”

I groaned.


I can’t wait to see your perfect ass tits and your warm ass mouth wrapped around my rock-hard cock…Can’t wait to devour your pussy…

Blushing, she snatched the phone away from me. “I didn’t realize there were sext messages…Those are private.”

“That’s the type of shit that turns you on, Ari? Private message about warm ass mouths wrapped around rock-hard cocks?”

“It’s called dirty talk.”

“It’s called an attempt at dirty talk…That’s not what that is at all.”

“It’s exactly what it is.” She narrowed her eyes at me, looking just as beautiful as she had last night. “Maybe if you’d done it with someone out of your plethora of girlfriends, your relationships would’ve lasted a whole lot longer.”

I stared at her, noticing how she was biting her lip, how I was definitely going to have to find a way to stay the hell away from her for a while until I figured out why she was suddenly affecting me.

“Are you just going to stare at me?” she asked. “No smart ass rebuttals? No comeback puns?”

“No…”

“Well, that’s shocking.” She bit her lip again, and to prevent myself from pulling her up and biting it too, I grabbed a towel from the edge of the bed. “I’m going to take a shower. I’ll talk to you when you’re not talking about warm ass mouths and cocks…”





Track 10. The Best Day (3:55)



I remembered everything about last night. Every. Goddamn. Thing.

The way his lips felt against mine, the way he looked at me at the party, the way he rendered me utterly speechless when he undressed me in the bathroom. I’d never been kissed the way he kissed me, never felt it in every vein of my being and been left yearning for more. Much more.

Still, a part of me wanted to remain in denial, so I’d done my best to keep thoughts of him at bay today.

I looked at myself in a full length mirror, debating whether I should wear my hair up or down. My rescheduled date with Chris was tonight and regardless of the fact that I could still feel Carter’s lips on mine, I needed to get back to reality. The one where we were just friends and had a shared drunken moment.