The Hollows Of Hiraeth (✔️) | 'Hollows' Book I

Chapter Eighty-One

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We ended up on the bed. With most of our clothes off. And Jameson in the other room. His door was open. We were skilfully quiet so far, surprisingly, but as Carter's lips brushed my neck, I knew this wouldn't work out.

I already knew I was messing up badly; I was making out with someone I didn't want to, whilst simultaneously leading him on. So, with a muffled moan, I practically forced my lips to move.

"Jameson's next door." I whispered to Carter who laughed against my neck.
Just as I began to think everything was lighthearted, Carters thumb rubbed at edge of my bra. I froze.

"Don't worry, I know." He replied, seeming to enjoy my reaction to his subtle gesture and I could only imagine how much this would fuel his ego. We kissed for a few seconds more before breaking apart, and furthermore finishing our make out session. I was mistaken, however, as instantly after pushing myself off my bed, I felt Carter reach up and squeeze my butt. I squealed, well there goes being quiet.

"Carter!" I hissed at the owner of the hand, and also the owner of the cackle that filled the room. I rolled my eyes and breezily slipped my dress back on, ignoring Carter's wandering eyes.

Just as I was running my hands over my dress, trying to smooth down the creases it had gathered when it had been torn off and thrown on the floor, Carter piped up.

"Has Vogue called yet?" Carter asked and I frowned, though I couldn't help the blush that warmed my face.

"No..?" I spoke hesitantly, "Why?" I continued to ask and Carter grinned and shrugged.

"I think you have some issues they should consider including in their next edition." He concluded smugly, looking complacent that he knew exactly how I'd react. And boy did I react.

My jaw fell and I heard a gasp escape my lips. Did he just go there? After staring at him with astonishment for a few seconds, I concluded that the smirk and bout of laughter he just erupted into were all the evidence I needed to prove that he did indeed go there.

Thinking quickly, I shoved him over, reaching for the heaviest pillow I could find and smashing it into his pretty face, probably entitling him to years of plastic surgery to fix the mess I had just created. Now let's see who makes it into the next edition of Vogue.

Carter groaned and I broke out into hysterics as he rubbed the side of his face with a sour expression. Then, his eyes snapped over to me so fast that I almost fell over. Carter's eyes told me exactly what was about to happen, and I screamed, trying to scramble away. Unfortunately, I couldn't.

Carter's steady hands grabbed me by the waist and literally chucked me onto the bed. I landed with an oomph, then, as I wasn't given any time to recover from the sudden impact, Carter pounced on me. He started to tickle my sides; I knew I should've chopped off those scrawny fingers when I had the chance.

"Okay, say you love me and I'll stop." Carter tried to compromise but I shook my head. No, no, no. But my ticklish side—no pun intended—was really getting to me and my sides were starting to ache.

"Okay, okay! Fine! I love you." I bullshitted and Carter stopped briefly after.

"It back." He responded with and I frowned, the only audible sound being my heavy breathing.