friday knights

40 ... what's m!ne

  friday
knights
40

☊ | track thirty-two—freak

"—STAY A WHILE AND IF WE FOUGHT, let's reconcile, words can't convey," Amira sang along to her playlist, moving and tapping her fingers around with each bar. Each time she'd look at Carter and sing a specific line, he'd smile at her. He loved watching her be happy and free. Little did he know, he was the cause of it. She didn't think or worry when she was with him. "I'll always—and I love youuu, and I love you," His heart skipped a beat as she looked at him and sang the line loudly—horribly, shaking his shoulder.

Was that her subtle way of telling him she loved him? By singing it in a song? Maybe he was delusional. Amira would agree. His mind drifted to last night and he gripped the steering wheel. He spent hours after fucking her into a good night's sleep thinking about how good she felt. He got butterflies just thinking about it. She made him so excited even without sex. But he couldn't stop thinking about the game. He admitted out loud in a way that he loved her but wondered if she remembered that part and just didn't want to admit it. He'd been wanting to ask her all day.

But their date was going so well.

He also didn't want to pressure her.

So he'd wait for her to admit it herself.

Looking at her as he stopped at her a red light, Carter grabbed her hand and kissed her fingers. No reason specifically. It was just his intimate love and affection. His love language. He loved touching, kissing and just being in contact with her skin. Amira looked over at him as he stared at her, his head against the head seat. Carter kissed the front of each of her fingers before doing the same to the back of them.

"I love you," He said internally, craving to say it out loud. He would've said it in Italian but was afraid she'd understand. She didn't know any but a few Italian words. But, he'd take the risk anyway. He reached forward and turned down the music just enough.

"Ti amo," He said, giving her sincere eye contact.

Amira tilted her head, "Ti amo? That sounds beautiful, what does it mean?" She smiled innocently and Carter sucked in a breath as his chest tightened. "Cazzo ti amo," He whispered. "It means best date," He lied and she thought for a moment. "Really?"

( "fuck i love you," )

"Mhm," He kissed her butterfly tattoo.

"I know it doesn't seem like much, but."

She chuckled. "Okay. Ti amo then," She grinned and Carter closed his eyes for a moment. He reminded himself that she didn't know what it meant, so he wouldn't take it to heart yet. But fuck if it didn't pull at his heartstrings. It sounded beautiful leaving her lips, and yet so innocently. "Honey?" Carter hummed in question—spaced out for a while. He groaned and frowned in satisfaction as he felt her place sweet kisses on his lips. How long was I out for? He thought.

"The light is green," She muttered, biting down a laugh. Carter's eyes fluttered open and he looked behind them. "The other cars honked and flipped us off before going around, yeah you were out that long," She let out an awaiting laugh at his confused expression. "What were you thinking about?" He looked into her eyes before dropping them a few inches below to the gloss shining under God's light. "These," He patted her lips with his thumb and Amira smirked, wrapping her lips around it. Carter sucked in a breath and watched her suck his finger with a tease. She grazed her teeth softly up the digit and pulled away, a small coat of saliva pulling apart. A feeling stirred inside him.