6

Today was a very idle day, which is exactly what I'm supposed to be doing after a 9 month long draining tour but I get bored easily. I went grocery shopping earlier today which was quite enjoyable, there's this cute little Target, not too far from my house that's usually very abandoned especially during the morning. So I got up around 6 am, still running on UK time apparently, and decided to skip my run and spent over 2 hours at Target. There's something about being able to do normal tasks without getting recognized or lionized that gives me an actual serotonin boost.

I got home and decided to work out. I have a home gym which is convenient for me considering I'm tremendously insecure about my body and working out in front of people becomes arduous at times. I just did a bit of Cardio, I'm supposed to be on rest so I couldn't call up my trainer but it's fine. I'm sure she's sick of me as well, 9 months together can take a toll on a person.

After my workout, I hop into my shower. My shower is wonderful, torturous, endless. I turn it cold and freeze, I turn it out and burn. Today, I felt like burning. After my prolonged shower, I put on an oversized black sweatshirt that had "True Love Always" embroidered on it in white, it's a reference to one of my favorite fictional couples of all time, Lucas and Peyton from One Tree Hill, that fell to my knees before plopping down in front of the tv. Netflix, here I come.

It was sometime after 6 pm when I hear the doorbell ring, I furrow my eyebrows, I don't remember inviting anyone over. I huff as I jump out of bed and head downstairs.

Without looking through the peephole my dumbass opened the door and I was faced with a smiling Karter Allan standing by my door. He was wearing a white polo t-shirt and black jeans, his brown hair was ruffled up perfectly, his blue eyes twinkling at me. The corner of his eyes crinkled as he smiled. Suddenly I realize how terrible I look. Only wearing a worn-out sweatshirt, my hair was still damp from the shower and I had no makeup on. Fuck.

I nervously cross my ankles together, "Karter? What are you doing here?" I notice he had a grocery bag in his hands.

"You didn't call so I decided to show up and take matters into my own hands" Karter shrugs walking inside and closing the door behind him.

"Most guys would get the hint" I shake my head causing him to laugh.

"Yeah, but I know you wanted to call was probably overthinking about how long you should wait," Karter says looking around, "Nice place".

"Thanks, I decorated it myself", Karter nods shaking his head. His eyebrows were lowered, his lips were pursed as he was carefully taking in my house.

"Where's your kitchen?" He asks without looking at me starts walking down the hall finding it himself, "Aha" a victorious expression flashes across his face.

"What makes you think I didn't call because I wasn't interested?" I rest my hand on my hip as he faces me.

"Because you were practically begging for me to fuck you 2 nights ago" Karter smirks, looking at me up and down making my cheeks turn red.

"As if" I weakly spit out, still bright red.

"You look hot" He licks his lip eyeing me one last time and gets behind the counter leaving me flustered.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"Just making you some dinner."

"You cook?" I raise an eyebrow at him.

"Get ready for the best pasta of your life darling" Karter winks at me as he starts emptying his bag.

"Aren't you afraid of coming off too strong?" I ask hoisting myself on the kitchen stool, Karter looks at me confused, "showing up to a girls' house who clearly didn't call you back"

"Nah" Karter smirks as he puts a pot of water on the stove, adding some salt to it. He loves using that word, "Nah". I've only met him twice and he's used it at least 25 times. I'm very observant.

"You didn't have to show up here you know? You could've just gotten my number from someone at Terizon, there's like at least 4 WhatsApp groups" I say opening a packet of lays and munching on them.

Karter promptly snatches the packet from my hand making me frown, "Don't ruin your appetite" He scolds then adds the pasta into the boiling water and takes out a saucepan.

"I prefer not to mix business with pleasure which is why I didn't ask anyone for your number," Karter says flatly, his attention fully diverted to his sauce.

"and I'm pleasure huh?" I smirk even though he can't see me.

He turns around to face me grabbing something from the drawer, his eyes scan my face, "You most certainly are"

"I also wanted to see you before I headed back" Karter states simply adding spices to his sauce.

"Headed back?" I cock my head to the side.

"Did I not tell you I live in New York?" Karter asks.

I shake my head, "No you did not" That's quite an important detail he conveniently skipped out.

"Well I do, I'm heading back in 2 days" Karter states without looking back at me.

"That's a bummer" I mumble under my breath but he heard me.

"What is?" Karter asks.

I decide to answer honestly, after showing up here he's definitely into me, right? "Meeting a guy I actually like and he doesn't even live in the same state as me"

Karter looks at me and his eyes light up, he smiles, "I'm in LA often though"

I smile back, "I always want to move to New York but I'm too attached to LA."

"Because of your friends?"

"Yeah them and I just feel like New York is a very fast-paced type of place, I don't know if I can survive there" I shrug.

"What do you mean? Look at all this incredible stuff you do, you're a badass. New York got nothing on you"

I smile, "Are you trying to get me to move to New York?"

"If that's what it takes to see your beautiful face more often" Karter turns around and flashes me a broad smile making me blush.

"So what is it that you are cooking for me?" I ask casually changing the topic.

"Orecchiette with Broccoli Rabe"

"Not the biggest fan of broccoli, I should add" I shrug and raise my eyebrows tilting my head to the side.

"Don't worry, you're going to be asking for seconds" a coy smile appeared on Karter's mouth.

"That cocky aye?" I raise a brow.

"Never heard a complaint about it before" He pauses, "amongst about other things" he smirks at me causing my cheeks to heat up. Why am I blushing literally every other minute, I need to relax. My face needs to relax along with his double-meaning comments.

"Well, I'm excited to try it then," I say "I love a man who can cook" I add.

"What else do you like in a man?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Oh, a ton of things" I state vaguely.

"Hopefully I'll find out soon enough," Karter says looking back at me and I simply shrug.

....

We just got done with dinner and as Karter had said previously I was begging for seconds, it was so delicious. If I was alone I would've licked the plate clean.

Karter was washing the dishes and I was sitting on a countertop behind him, "Making me dinner and cleaning the dishes? What are you?" I joke crossing my legs.

"You can say I'm a what's that thing kids call these days" He pauses trying to think, he throws his head back and squeezes his eyes shut, "what is it I know it" he mumbles to himself, his head shoots up again "a simp"

I laugh, "Who are you simping for?"

"You obviously" He turns back momentarily, smiling at me.

"You really don't need to do the dishes, honestly it's fine. It's sweet enough for you to come here, to begin with," I say.

"It's no worries love," Karter says wiping the last plate. He bends down tossing the plates into the dishwasher while I sit back and admire his backside. Boy, do those jeans do wonders for his buttocks. I put my arms behind my back, leaning back on the counter as Karter wipes his hands with a paper towel, his back muscles flexing in his tight t-shirt making me bite my lip as I imagine my fingernails running down his back. Maria, control. I scold myself and my cheeks start to heat up.

Karter turns around and leans against the sink, "So do I get anything for my troubles?"

"Troubles? You volunteered to do everything on your own, including showing up here" I raise an eyebrow at him.

Karter chuckles moving towards me, he grabs my bare thighs splitting them apart, and slides right in between them. God, why was he so hot? "Yes but don't I deserve a bit of appreciation" His hand wraps around my waist pulling me closer to him. His eyes sparkle, daring me.

I sigh and wrap my arms around his neck, "What can I do to thank you, Mr. Karter?" I ask batting my eyelashes at him, moving closer and trapping him between my legs.

A lopsided grin appears on Karter's lips, "When you ask like that plenty comes to mind" He moves closer to me, his hot breath on my face.

"Like what?" My gaze focused on his lips then I move it back to his eyes. Karter squeezes my waist gently daring me to make the first move but I don't budge.

After what felt like hours, us staring into each other's eyes than glancing at our lips holding each other closely, I move closer and brush my lips against Karter's. Karter groans admitting defeat and presses his lips onto mine, this kiss was not like our last. Immediately off the bat it was hungry and filled with passion. The sexual tension was basically suffocating us all night and I think we both were dying to push our lips back together the second we saw each other.

Karter pulls me even closer if that was possible, the heat of our bodies colliding, my hands make it to his hair and I start pulling at it gently, messing it up with my fingers as Karter slides his tongue into my mouth. I pull him closer, pressing my upper body against his, feeling his muscles on my skin, the sensations driving me insane. The heat of his hands on my body burns through my clothes.

Karter breaks the kiss, without wasting any time his lips are pressed against my jaw as he starts placing a series of kisses down my neck, I let my head fall back as my eyes squeeze shut as Karter starts licking and nipping at my skin. A soft moan leaves my lips and I felt Karter grinning against my skin. Karter moves his hands from my waist, his fingertips stroke up under the hem of my sweatshirt, making a smooth line up my thigh to the side of my underwear. His fingertips brush up against the elastic and I shiver.

My breathing tightens as the air gets warmer. Karter finds a soft spot on my neck under my jaw and starts tentatively sucking and swallowing it. Simlontenously, his hands were sliding up and down my thighs, he could probably feel the heat radiating from my underwear. Another moan escapes my lips as I felt myself growing wetter. Suddenly I hear someone's phone going off and we pull away from each other.

Karter reaches into his back pocket and turns his phone off, "Sorry" he shrugs.

I hop off the counter, "It might be best for you to leave now" I say pulling my sweatshirt down.

Karter grins, "If that's what you want"

"Thanks for coming, I'll keep in touch" I joke, extending my hand.

Karter grabs my waist and pulls me towards him making me gasp, "Don't forget about me when I'm in New York"

"Oh, I plan on it" I bite my lower lip.

Karter rolls his eyes letting me go, "I'll be waiting for that call" He whispers leaning in and placing a kiss on my cheek, "Don't make me fly to LA just to see you"

"If that's what it takes I might as well take my chances," I say and he smiles and grabs my phone from the kitchen table.

Once again, he puts it near my face unlocking it, and gives himself a ring with my phone, "I'm not taking any more chances with you" Karter looks at me with slightly narrowed eyes making me want to jump on him and beg him to take me right here right now as he sets my phone down. He winks at me as if he knows what I'm thinking about and chuckles lowly. With one last wave, he was walking away from me, soon out of my peripheral vision.