Looking at myself in my full body mirror set up in the corner of my room, I gave myself a once-over.
This was perfect.
Then, I heard three knocks.
Taking in a breath, I turned my bedroom light off, then strode down my little hallway and walked to the front door.
Leaning up on a tiptoe toe I checked the peephole.
And at Carter’s face, I lowered back down, flipped the locks, and opened the door.
When his eyes caught mine, he smiled, and then when he looked down, I watched as that smile faded from his face, his throat bobbed as he swallowed, then I watched as he shook his head, “You’d think I was raised as a caveman. Sorry, Harlee. You look beautiful.”
Then he bent his neck and pressed a kiss on my forehead.
I smiled up at him, then said, “You’d think that about me, too. You look nice.”
I had said that, but all I wanted to say... well... ask... If I could climb him like a spider monkey and block anyone else’s view of him.
His dark brown hair was styled back and out of his face, from where it sometimes fell in front of his forehead.
The black dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up on his forearms made his oceanlike-colored eyes shine.
A pair of dark jeans and black shoes fitted his look.
He didn’t need anything more than that.
But... would it be wrong to picture him with his shirt off for the rest of the night... I mean... I knew what it looked like.
I’d seen it often whenever they’d worked on something in the summer, or the family vacations I sometimes went on when they went to the lake.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he teased.
I grinned, “Oh yeah, care to be photographed with me?”
He nodded, “Yeah. Anytime. Pretty sure there are quite a few at my parents’ house.”
I smiled, then, thanking my lucky stars, when I left my room, I had grabbed my phone.
I spun around as I brought my phone up, opened my camera app, and handed it to him. “You have longer arms.”
He took the phone from my hand, then held it out.
Then... he made me shiver as his arm wrapped around my waist as he moved closer, feeling his chest against my back, feeling his heat.
And then I felt it. A press of a kiss on my temple.
I hadn’t meant to close my eyes at the sensation, but I had.
And then he lowered the phone and handed it to me while asking, “You ready?”
I nodded, then said, “Let me grab my clutch.”
Once I had it in hand, Carter took my keys from me and locked my house up.
Then, with his hand at the small of my back, he led me to his truck.
Once he opened my door for me, I climbed in, and then he shut the door.
