I didn’t even have to turn around; I knew who had just walked into the bar.
I smiled as I took a sip of my drink.
The girls were talking about a new band that had come onto the scene when Hillary made a snide remark about how she was probably the only one of us in the group who could land a guy like him.
Lila looked at her and lifted a brow.
Talia looked at her with disgust all over her features.
And Everly just sighed.
Then Hillary looked at me and snidely asked, “So. Where’s that man of yours at?”
I grinned, then I looked over at the bar and pointed to him, “Right there.”
Her jaw dropped. “He’s been there this whole time?”
I nodded, “Yep.”
“Talk about possessive.” She said with a roll of her eyes.
It took everything I had in me not to snap at her. Talia’s eyes met mine as she rolled them.
“Yeah, I believe this is the first and last time we will ever hang out,” I said.
“What? Why? It is possessive. I mean, does he not trust you or something?” Hillary asked.
I shook my head, “It’s not that. And honestly, I don’t owe you an explanation.”
With that said, I grabbed my drink, and stood up, Talia followed suit, as did Lila, and Everly.
But it was Talia who said, “He just got back from being gone for a month, literally, rolled into town, and all he wanted to do was to be wherever she was because he missed her. He didn’t even go home to shower or anything, just came straight here. That’s not possessive, that’s love.”
And with that said, we all headed to the bar.
We stopped our waitress on the way, and handed her cash for our drinks, but she winked at me, “Your drinks have already been taken care of.” Then she looked at me, and winked, “You got a good man, honey.”
I winked back and smiled, “I do. Thank you.”
We had just rounded the right side of the bar, and my man saw us coming, read the undoubtedly still heated look on my face, looked around me, and narrowed his eyes at Hillary.
I smiled as I reached him and shook my head, “She’s not worth it,” I said as I walked into his arms he had just opened.
The moment I was wrapped tightly in his embrace, he buried his face in my neck and let out a long breath, “Fucking home.”
I couldn’t help the soft smile that graced my face as my eyes closed, and then I whispered, “I love you, Carter.”
I felt his body tense, his face reared back, his eyes drilled into mine, showing me everything I’ve ever wanted.
“Say it again,” his voice was raspy and broken.
I smiled, “I love you, Carter.”
I had just finished moving my lips with the last syllable in his name when his hand fisted in my hair, tipping my head to the side, and then his mouth was on mine.
You know that saying when you kiss the right one and the world just falls away?
Well, it’s not just a saying.
