“You, and Buddy, huh?” We are now sitting in the back of the cab, as rain beads down the windows slightly fogging them on the inside.
I groan inwardly. It’s obvious to me that kissing Buddy wasn’t exactly the brightest idea. “You seen that?” He nods. “Ugh.”
The cab remained silent for the rest of the trip. Karter’s voice was soft when he finally spoke, “I also heard what you said to Buddy.” It took me a minute to think, but realization dawned quickly.
“What does it matter what I said to Buddy?” I ask defensively.
“You don’t care about me?” he sounds crest-fallen, and I immediately regret the harsh tone I used with him.
“You invited me to your show, and then take me to an after party leaving me to fend for myself while you openly flirted with not one, but two girls. No, I didn’t care about you in that moment. I do care about you Karter, but I don’t see why Buddy had to bring you up after our kiss.”
“Why wouldn’t he bring me up? He knows how I feel about you,” he half yells.
My stomach tightens. “How do you feel about me?”
He paces towards me, and I back into the wall. “I think I’ve made it pretty clear how I feel about you.”
I’m quick to argue, “No, you haven’t.” He smiles wickedly. Lowering his head, his warm lips touch my own. My heart rate accelerates, as I place my arms around his neck pulling him into me. His kiss was even better than I imagined, as our lips meshed together.
“How about now? Did I make myself clear?” he asked pulling away from the kiss. I couldn’t speak. My head bounced vigorously. “Good,” he smiled.
Pressing his lips to mine once again, he orders me to go to bed. “You’re going to have quiet the headache tomorrow.” I groan, making my way to my room.
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The Ground Below
RomanceThings don't always go the way you want them to, and for me, they never did. My name is Parker Jordan, and I'm a twenty-two year old graduate from Julliard. My life needed a change, so when offered a job as an eight year old's piano teacher hundre...
