Wanting You

24| dream

"Teagan, will you go on a date with me?"

I stare at Carter, still breathless and my head spinning. I'm trying to catch my breath when he takes my hands in his and comes closer to me to press his forehead against mine.

"Please say yes." He whispers with anguish bleeding into his tone. His eyes press shut as he awaits my response.

My heart squeezes at the sound of his voice and at the wrinkles on his forehead caused by his furrowed brows. His face is a painted image of despair, and for once, I ignore the voice in my head telling me to stay focused. I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna do something for myself despite my brain telling me no, no, no.

"Yes." I sigh out tiredness from denying what I feel for him. Carter's body sags against mine, and he releases a breath I didn't realize he'd been holding in. 

"Thank fuck," and he brings his hands to cup my jaw and pull me in for another kiss. He kisses me as if there was a timer going on before I disappeared into thin air. The pads of his thumbs rub the curve of my jaw, and he angles his face to bring my face closer. His nose brushes against mine and it's like I can't get enough. My arms wrap around his neck, trying to bring him as close as possible. 

I never want this moment to end, feeling his lips crushed against mine and his tongue swipe against mine. I can feel his heart rapidly beat against mine as our chests press flush against each other. Carter lets out a groan, feeling my braless chest pressing against him. His hands move down from my jaw to my backside before lifting me off the counter. His kisses slow down as he navigates himself back upstairs. He litters kisses all over my cheeks, the tip of my nose, and the corners of my mouth. 

I hear the door shut behind us, and then he sets me down on the edge of his bed. Carter stands in front of me, his hair all disheveled from my hands, his lips all pouty and swollen from mine. His shorts hang low on his hips, his v-line and the stacked slabs of muscle are accentuated by the moonlight pouring in from the windows behind him. The way his chest heaves as if my presence is sucking all the air out of his lungs. But the way his eyes try to absorb me, he looks ethereal. Or maybe starving? For me?

My mind begins to wander and my thoughts begin to spiral. 

Is he expecting us to have sex? 

Am I okay with that? 

He said that it wasn't like that for him. 

Panic begins to bleed into my gut, and I can feel my stomach turn inside out. Carter must see the panic on my face because he kneels in front of me and takes my hand in his placing a kiss on my knuckles. His mouth is set in a frown and his eyes hold so much emotion it's overwhelming. I want to look away but refrain.

"Hey, I just want to hold you, that's all. Do you want to go back to your room?" He takes my hands and places them on his jaw. His stubble scratches the palm of my hands, and I stare into his eyes which try to implore that he'd do anything that I want.

"No, I want that too," I say, and I lean down to place a chaste kiss on his lips. His boyish grin blooms onto his face, dimples and all. He gets up off his knees, slides into the sheets, and pulls me into his arms. I relax into the warmth of his chest pressed against my back and his arms wrapped tightly around my waist. 

Feeling the need to be face-to-face, I turn over in his tight grip. The moonlight illuminates the freckles scattered all over the bridge of his nose and cheeks. My fingers move on their own accord, tracing out a path across his cheeks.

"Thank you for trusting me." He says with his voice all gravelly and raspy.

"Thanks for waiting for me," I respond, and his lips press against the tip of my nose and then my forehead.