Pink Princess (OLD VERSION)

37 || The fling

37 || The fling

On Saturday I headed over to Carter's house. He said his mom and sisters were out for some bonding time so we'd have the whole house to ourselves.

When I got there I was about to knock then paused.

For some reason I checked under the welcome rug and lo and behold there was a key.

Wow. Just wow.

I stuck the key in the lock and opened the door. Loud music was blasting from upstairs.

Slowly I crept up the steps, planning to scare him. His room door was ajar and I peeked inside.

Carter was shirtless and appeared to be folding clothes on his bed. I stood and admired him for a minute.

Even staring at his backside I could see his well defined muscles. His hair was disheveled, and I could only describe it as sex head.

God my boyfriend is so hot. I am such a lucky bitch.

I tiptoed in and he still didn't turn. My nose was nearly touching his back and he still continued to hum along with the music.

When he finally did turn to face me I pushed him backwards onto the bed and straddled him.

"Hey," I smiled.

He smirked up at me and I narrowed my eyes.

"How long did you know I was there?"

"Awhile."

I held up the key. "Really? You put a key under your welcome mat? Not only is that super cliche it's also really dangerous."

He shrugs. "Most people are too stupid to notice the obvious."

"Except me."

"Actually you're one of those people. You only found the key by pure luck."

"Ugh," I moved to get off him but he gripped my thighs and slid his hands up them. I bit my lip.

"Not so fast. I rather like this position."

"That's because you're a pervert."

"Says the one who stood peeping through my doorway for like five minutes eye raping me."

"I was not!" I exclaim, a blush rising in my cheeks. "Why is your music so loud anyway?"

He grins. "You're real good at that. Changing the subject when you're embarrassed."

I scowl down at him. "I hate you."

"No you don't," he draws out and pulls me down to kiss me. For a fleeting second I think of pulling away but as soon his lips touch mine the idea all but disappears from my brain.

Kissing Carter before was great. Kissing him now that he was my boyfriend was amazing.

We spent like, ninety percent of the time making out. I mean we talked and stuff too, and he still got on my nerves, but I secretly had making out with Carter on my list of things I liked to do. Rank: #1.

His hands slipped under my shirt and skimmed along my bare back. I pressed my thighs tighter against him and ran my hands up his chest. His lips left mine and started to trail down my neck.