slowly pulled it down until it reached my lower back.
I started to turn around, started to thank him, but he gripped my hips and held me still. Gently tracing the line above the clasp of my bra, he looped his fingers underneath the clasp and tore it free.
“Do you need help getting out of anything else?” he whispered.
I shook my head, completely turned on.
With my back still to his front, he hooked his fingers under the straps of my dress and pushed them down my shoulders—pushing the fabric down my arms, down my waist, down my legs.
He pressed his mouth against the back of my neck as he took off my bra, and then he whispered into my ear. “Are you sure you don’t need help with these?” He tugged at my panties.
“I’m sure…”
“Okay.” He kissed the back of my neck again and left the room.
I was pretty sure I stood there for twenty minutes, not moving, not blinking, and only trying to figure out what the hell that was.
When I finally came to my senses, I stepped inside the shower and stood directly under the streams. Shaking my head again and again, I kept wondering if it was a dream. Wondering why I was reacting so strongly to him all of a sudden.
He’s like a brother to me…I shouldn’t be thinking about him like this at all…
When my skin was red and raw, I turned off the water and stepped out, noticing he’d placed a white robe across the vanity for me.
I dried off and put it on, heading back to the bedroom so I could go and pass out.
Carter looked up from his desk as soon as I entered the room. “Ready to go to bed?”
“Yes, but um…You’re not…” My heart still hadn’t returned to its normal rhythm. “You’re not going to join me, are you?”
“No…” A slow smile spread across his lips as he stood up. “Not unless you want me to.”
“Are you implying sex right now?”
“Are you ?”
My eyes widened, and he laughed.
He picked me up and tossed me onto the bed, fluffing the pillows and pulling the covers over me. He pulled out a few bottles of water from his mini fridge and set them on the nightstand next to me.
“I’ll come back and check on you in the morning,” he said. “Do you need anything else?”
“Um…”
“Um?” He raised his eyebrow. “You’re starting to say that word a lot…”
“I…” I felt a sudden oncoming of sleep. “I think you’re sexy as fuck, and if you weren’t my best friend, and this wasn’t a dream, I’d totally fuck you right now… ”
“Excuse me?”
Everything went black.
Track 9. Tell Me Why (3:13)
What the hell was that?
I couldn’t get the last thing Arizona said out of my mind, nor could I stop picturing the way her mouth and body felt against mine at the party yesterday. That meant a lot considering the fact that I was pissed about two major things right now…
Sighing, I wiped the last of Tina’s vomit out of my car and clicked the text she’d just sent me:
I didn’t know I was so drunk…Sorry I messed up your car…I was serious about wanting to do anal sex first though…Call me when you see this!
Ugh. I put my phone back in my pocket, returning back to thoughts of last night.
The second I’d seen Arizona in that red dress, I couldn’t focus on anything else. Not even Tina, and I’d tried. Hard.
I’d done my best to seem interested in Tina’s bland and oversexed conversation, to act intrigued when she not-so-subtly showed me the color of the thong she was wearing, but no matter how many times she whispered how badly she wanted to ride me later, I could only think about Arizona and how badly I wanted to be with her.
What’s more, was when the two of us danced together at the end of the night, it didn’t feel as playful and innocent as it normally did. And I knew she could feel the difference, too; she’d never blushed around me before, and she definitely never touched me the way she did either.
I’d checked on her a few times after she’d gone to sleep in my room and when I
I started to turn around, started to thank him, but he gripped my hips and held me still. Gently tracing the line above the clasp of my bra, he looped his fingers underneath the clasp and tore it free.
“Do you need help getting out of anything else?” he whispered.
I shook my head, completely turned on.
With my back still to his front, he hooked his fingers under the straps of my dress and pushed them down my shoulders—pushing the fabric down my arms, down my waist, down my legs.
He pressed his mouth against the back of my neck as he took off my bra, and then he whispered into my ear. “Are you sure you don’t need help with these?” He tugged at my panties.
“I’m sure…”
“Okay.” He kissed the back of my neck again and left the room.
I was pretty sure I stood there for twenty minutes, not moving, not blinking, and only trying to figure out what the hell that was.
When I finally came to my senses, I stepped inside the shower and stood directly under the streams. Shaking my head again and again, I kept wondering if it was a dream. Wondering why I was reacting so strongly to him all of a sudden.
He’s like a brother to me…I shouldn’t be thinking about him like this at all…
When my skin was red and raw, I turned off the water and stepped out, noticing he’d placed a white robe across the vanity for me.
I dried off and put it on, heading back to the bedroom so I could go and pass out.
Carter looked up from his desk as soon as I entered the room. “Ready to go to bed?”
“Yes, but um…You’re not…” My heart still hadn’t returned to its normal rhythm. “You’re not going to join me, are you?”
“No…” A slow smile spread across his lips as he stood up. “Not unless you want me to.”
“Are you implying sex right now?”
“Are you ?”
My eyes widened, and he laughed.
He picked me up and tossed me onto the bed, fluffing the pillows and pulling the covers over me. He pulled out a few bottles of water from his mini fridge and set them on the nightstand next to me.
“I’ll come back and check on you in the morning,” he said. “Do you need anything else?”
“Um…”
“Um?” He raised his eyebrow. “You’re starting to say that word a lot…”
“I…” I felt a sudden oncoming of sleep. “I think you’re sexy as fuck, and if you weren’t my best friend, and this wasn’t a dream, I’d totally fuck you right now… ”
“Excuse me?”
Everything went black.
Track 9. Tell Me Why (3:13)
What the hell was that?
I couldn’t get the last thing Arizona said out of my mind, nor could I stop picturing the way her mouth and body felt against mine at the party yesterday. That meant a lot considering the fact that I was pissed about two major things right now…
Sighing, I wiped the last of Tina’s vomit out of my car and clicked the text she’d just sent me:
I didn’t know I was so drunk…Sorry I messed up your car…I was serious about wanting to do anal sex first though…Call me when you see this!
Ugh. I put my phone back in my pocket, returning back to thoughts of last night.
The second I’d seen Arizona in that red dress, I couldn’t focus on anything else. Not even Tina, and I’d tried. Hard.
I’d done my best to seem interested in Tina’s bland and oversexed conversation, to act intrigued when she not-so-subtly showed me the color of the thong she was wearing, but no matter how many times she whispered how badly she wanted to ride me later, I could only think about Arizona and how badly I wanted to be with her.
What’s more, was when the two of us danced together at the end of the night, it didn’t feel as playful and innocent as it normally did. And I knew she could feel the difference, too; she’d never blushed around me before, and she definitely never touched me the way she did either.
I’d checked on her a few times after she’d gone to sleep in my room and when I
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