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46 ... moonstruck

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46

☊ | track thirty-eight—a feeling

"HOW DO I LOOK? HONEST OPINION." Carter turned to face Amira from the hotel bathroom mirror and gulped. She smiled up at him, brushing her hands down the little wrinkles of his shirt then fixed his collar. "Stop worrying, you look handsome as ever," He huffed, fixing the arms of his sleeves. "Honey," Amira grabbed his hands to make him stop fidgeting. He looked down at her and took a deep breath. She smiled, loving how nervous he was.

It was a rare sight.

"You'll be fine. All you have to do is eat lunch and make conversation with them," He nodded firmly. "I know, I know. I just don't think I've ever been this nervous before. Well, on account of the times, I thought I lost you to other guys."

"Oh? Well, you did actually lose me to someone..."

He did a double take and when she didn't say anything further, his head tilted slowly as his hand wrapped around her throat. Amira moaned softly, getting turned on by his mood change. "Amira," Carter warned making her giggle as he reached down to her stature. "You think this is funny? Who is it? I'll kill him, then fuck some sense back into you."

"Really?" His jaw clenched at her excitement and he squeezed her neck as she laughed softly. "Calm down big bad wolf, it's Sasha. I'd choose her in a heartbeat just so you know." His face softened and he let go of her neck, "Oh."

"But was that a promise?" She pouted up at him and he forced himself to turn away and not fall for her witchcraft looks that would put a spell on him. "Should I go out there and maybe find a really attractive guy...maybe even more attractive than you..." She taunted closer, waiting for him to look at her and fold. "Amira," He gritted and she smiled.

"And...make friends with him, you get oh so jealous, and then..." Her finger traced the zipper of his pants making him suck in a breath. "You teach me a really hard lesson."

She watched him clear his throat before turning to face her. What he said next shocked her because she wasn't expecting him not to play along. "Your fathers going to kill me."

"Hm, I thought that would work. You're really scared of him," Carter scoffed with a nervous laugh, "Wha—no, I'm..."

"He just might actually kill me if we keep standing here long enough for me to get you pregnant because you keep taunting me with the idea," Amira rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "Boy, please. Thanks to your freaky ass, your kink rubbed off on me—it's not funny!"

"Well I'm sorry if my nerves make you want to get pregnant," He joked, scoffing playfully and she punched his bicep.

"Fuck you."

"I mean if you insist."

"Honey," She gave him a look and he groaned.

"I know maybe I am scared for my damn life. Your father is huge! Was he a damn wrestler back in the day or what?"

"It's cute," She smiled, wrapping her arms around his waist. Carter pulled her close immediately. "That you're nervous. It means you really care about making a fresh first impression. And besides, my mom already loves you. My dad...?"