Chapter TwentyNine: Ross's P.O.V-
Christmas Eve was a busy day for all of us. We were allowed to open one present each that night after dinner. I was saving Carter's present to me for tomorrow and I could tell she was doing the same with the one I bought her. She decided to open the present that Ryland got her while we were in England.
"What is it?" i asked Ryland.
"You'll see," he replied.
At that exact moment Carter tore the wrapping paper off of the box on her lap. When she opened that lid she saw a shirt that says "I Fancy The Lead Singer". She chuckled and smiled.
"Thanks Ry," she said.
"I thought it was fitting considering the obvious." he laughed.
I opened my present from Rydel which was a new pair of Converse and some sunglasses. She always knew what I liked. After everyone had opened there one present we decided to go to bed. Carter was still sitting on the couch while everyone made their way up stairs.
"What's wrong babe?" I asked.
"Just thinking," she was looking down at the ground "It's not a big deal; anyway I'm tired so I'm gonna go to bed."
She jogged up the stairs and into our room. I followed behind her. I got in there just as she closed the door of the bathroom. Carter had been in a weird mood ever since the thing with Jennifer. I didn't know what it was, but I took a wild guess that it had something to do with her mother. I stood outside of the bathroom door till I heard the sink turn off. I knocked timidly.
"Yes," Carter sighed.
"Babe are you ok?" I asked.
The door flew open. Carter was putting her hair up in a bun and walking towards our bed.
"It's just... tomorrow's Christmas and I really miss my family." Carter sighed.
"I'm sorry; I completely forgot about this being your mom's favorite holiday." I said.
"It's ok," Carter smiled weakly "Up until a few minutes ago I did too."
I went over to her and kissed her head.
"I'm going to take a quick shower then I'll come back and we can cuddle." I smiled.
"Ok," she smiled up at me.
I walked into the bathroom and hopped in the shower. When I was finished with my bedtime routine I pulled on my flannel sleep pants and a white v neck tee shirt. I walked into the bedroom ruffling my hair with my towel. Carter was laying on the bed reading a book. I jumped on top of her, snatched the book from her hands, and tossed it over my head. Before she could protest or get upset at me I put my hands on her sides and kissed her lips tenderly. Carter put her hands over my ears. My chin rested on her decolletage as my hands lingered on her sides. One of her hands ran through my wet hair and trailed down my spine. A low moan escaped my throat. I pulled back.
"Ya know," I said "We haven't posted a picture of us since we got here."
"Gimme your phone." Carter said.
My phone was sitting on my bedside table so I rolled off of Carter took it, and rolled back on. I placed the iPhone in her hand.
"Pucker up buttercup," Carter said in her Texas accent.
I placed my lips on Carter's and she snapped a photo. I wrapped my arms around her and rolled onto my back. We stayed up taking pictures and posting them to Facebook and Twitter. It seemed as if we just couldn't sleep, but shortly following a conversation on how excited we were for the following days festivities we fell asleep.
