Carrie's POV
I get out of the car, and ignore Tyler's outstretched hand. I look at him, and suddenly I know I need to get as far away from him as possible. My hand is still on the car door, when I say, "I'm sorry," to him, and climb back inside, shutting the door behind me. I quickly tell the driver to start driving, and I don't dare look out the window as the car pulls away.
I say my address aloud and slump back into the leather car seat, exhaling. When I take a deep breath in I swear I can still smell Tyler's scent in the car.
What the hell did just happen? I kissed Tyler. Again. I bring my fingertips to my lips recalling the sensation. I can still taste him on my tongue. I can't believe how weak my resolve is. Just having him near me again, whispering those sexy words into my ear, and touching me through my shirt...made me feel so, so alive. A shiver runs through me as I replay his words.."...the things I want to do to you..." What would he do? I find myself wondering. If I were his, completely, in every way, what would he do? My heartbeat races at the thought. This is insane. I need to calm myself down and call it what it is. Pure lust. That's all it is. A physiological reaction. Nothing more. I am not so basic that I will give in to my primal needs and toss all caution to the wind. I'm sure getting in bed with Tyler would be satisfying, or more like mind-blowing... but I am not going to sabotage my relationship with Jonah for a hot one night stand. What if it's more than that? My subconscious is prodding me. No. I know guys like him. Super attractive, and out on the prowl. They're used to sleeping with a different girl every night, and then tossing them aside. It's all about the chace, the conquest, and I'll be damned if I'm going to end up being just another notch on his belt. This line of thinking is really working. I find myself calming down, as my rational mind is making a belated appearance to the party.
My phone buzzes and I take it out of my purse. I'm relieved to see Jonah's name.
"Hey," I answer, trying to sound as casual as possible.
"Hey, what are you up to?" he asks, and I bite my lip, feeling the guilt swell up inside me.
"Nothing, just went out for a drink with Alex and Tiffany," I say the half-truth, and shut my eyes.
"Look, I hate it when we don't talk. I'm sorry if I was a jerk talking about your friends like that. You know how I get sometimes," he continues.
"Yeah, I know, and I don't like it," I say, remembering his callous remarks about Tiffany and Alex. "You need to be more sensitive, and show regard for others."
"Okay, okay. I don't need a lecture. I just want to make up with you. Can I come over?" he asks.
"Sure," I say, thinking that being with my boyfriend is just what I need to wipe my memory clean. "I'll be home in like ten minutes."
"Love you," he says.
For some reason I can't bring myself to say the words back, so I just mumble, "See you soon," and end the call.
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Green Eyed Daydream #Wattys2016
RomanceEver wonder what it would be like to kiss a stranger in the dark? Carrie is about to find out....