Page 37 of Carter

I quickly got up and sorted through my very few clothes. The only nice thing I had that was suited for the weather was an emerald green tank top that paired with my black cardigan. I dug out my skinny jeans as well and slipped into them. I hurriedly combed my hair back and threw it up in a ponytail. I could hear Carter and Rome chatting indistinctly as I ducked into the bathroom and put on my make-up. Just light stuff, like mascara and lip gloss. If we were going to be out for a while, I might as well look good for Carter. I was still pissed at the missed opportunity in the bedroom, and my body was buzzing for more. It physically hurt to be deprived of an orgasm. We were having such a good time, too. God, even my face still looked flustered. I had to take a moment for the colour to fade.

I sighed and shrugged at the missed opportunity.

Oh well, shit happens, Leah.

I left the bathroom and grabbed my black long winter boots and headed to the kitchen where they were. When they heard my footsteps, they stopped talking and turned to me. I slowed my steps at the strange smiles on their faces and raised a brow.

“What?” I asked them.

Rome didn’t look like his normal self. He was wearing a very nice polo shirt with dark jeans, his dark hair styled nicely. It wasn’t like him to put so much effort into himself.

With a grin, Carter moved toward me, and took my face into his hand. “Nothing, Angel,” he muttered.

Well, okay then. I bent down and slipped into my boots, eyeing them curiously. Carter disappeared after that and changed. He emerged out of the bedroom in a tight black shirt and sexy faded jeans. His dirty blonde hair was still in its fuckable state, looking damn good as usual.

“So where are we going to eat?” I asked them.

“Probably at Whitespot or something,” Rome answered vaguely with a shrug.

“Is your mom and dad meeting us there, or…?”

“Yep.”

Righto.

I grabbed my purse and followed after them to the door, wondering what in the hell was going on. They were getting along with each other. Not even angry glares to be had.

Something was definitely up.

Looking away from them, I swallowed back my curiosity and out we went.

Thirteen

“Ican’t believe you guys lied to me,” I snapped, staring at the club in awe as Rome pulled into a parking spot nearby.

It didn’t take me long to know they’d bullshitted me. They drove out of town and an hour and a half later we were inside Vancouver. It was only then they surprised me with a night out I wouldn’t forget.

“You’re going to get drunk tonight,” Rome told me, taking his seatbelt off after he’d parked. “No more hiding behind books and shit. We’re gonna fucking dance our asses off, you’re gonna sweat like crazy, and it’s gonna be awesome. Got it?”

No way was I going to get drunk—I was a horrific sight when I was—but I smiled at him and rolled my eyes. “I got it, I guess.”

“Good.”

We stepped out and it was raining and cold. Carter immediately took me into his side, shielding me as we raced to the entrance doors.

“I can’t believeyouof all people tricked me,” I scolded him midway there.

“To be fair,” he returned, “it wasn’t all a lie. Marlena really did give me cookies.”

He held me tight, and I remember inhaling his scent and thinking if I had to be by his side the entire night, all would be fine.

*

I wasn’t drunk, but I’d had a couple drinks. I cut myself off in fear of getting smashed and not being able to stomach the alcohol. I didn’t want to ruin the night by puking on somebody. Dear God, the thought alone made my stomach swirl.

The club was huge and chaotic. People pressed against people. I’d never felt so disoriented, stuck in the middle of a room with blazing lights, shouting people, and thumping music that made me feel like my chest was vibrating along with the beat.

It was fucking awesome.

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