I wave goodbye to Sam as he drops me back off at my house after we had breakfast. He's actually a really cool guy, which makes me wonder what a guy like him would be doing at one of Rick's parties. It just doesn't seem like his kind of scene. But I just let the idea leave my mind as I unlock the door and see a note hanging on the bottom of the stair railing, and it says: Went to go get a rabbit or maybe a deer. I'll be right back - C
I crumple up the note and walk into the kitchen and throw it away then I let out a quick burst of laughter. A rabbit or maybe a deer. Too funny. Honestly. I toss off my shoes and hang up my hoodie in my closet and slip into bed. I'm suddenly very tired, probably from the excessive amout of food I ate while I was with Sam. Elijah silently makes his way into my room and walks in a few lazy circles to get comfortable, and plops right onto his usual spot at the bottom of my bed. About five minutes later I drift off to sleep.
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When I open my eyes and check the time, I see it's 7 P.M. That's got to be the longest nap I've ever taken. Ever. I turn on my light and go into Devin's room and see that she's gone. Typical Devin though. She must've gotten called into work early and had to hightail it home. I send her a quick text to make sure she's okay, and she responds saying she's fine. It's Delilah's day off so she will be with family today.
"Guess it's just me and you, Eli," I say to him. He just looks at me, and I find myself talking to a dog and I laugh a little. But then again, who hasn't talked to their dog at least once just because. I walk into the hall and collide with Carter, face to chest. He's a good head taller than I am. And his chest is naked and moist.
"Oh, sorry," He says in a rush as he catches me before I lost my balance. "I, uh went to get food, and um got blood all over me, so I had to um....shower." Then he clears his throat.
"That's...totally okay," I say. But I can't help but admire his physique. He has a certain boyish quality to the way he talks, but how can you blame him, he was raised by wolves for God's sake. But his body is perfect for lack of a better word. His muscles tighten beneath his skin as he breathes and he looks nervous. I break out of my trance and step to the side feeling my cheeks flame, and let him past.
Oh boy, what have I gotten myself into with this guy.
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