Carter Reynolds

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"Hey there guys, I'm here with Matthew Espinosa, Cameron Dallas, Nash Grier, Aaron Carpenter and Y/N!"

Carter announced happily, pointing to each of us in turn. I smiled and gave the camera a small wave before flipping my blond crimped hair backwards.

"And today we are goi..."

Carter was interrupted by the sound of a slap and a groan, then laughter. I turned to see Cameron hunched over, with shampoo in his hair. Laughter erupted from Carter, but was cut short when Nash got a cheeky slap on his cheek, covering the left side of his face with shower gel.

"Thanks, Nash! That's two slaps already!"

Carter groaned, touching his red cheek. I gently wiped away the leftover shower gel with a soft white towel, and we had locked eyes and were engulfed in the moment when Cameron slapped Nash on both cheeks. Aaron was cowering behind a chair in the hotel room, and Matt was busy squirting soap onto the palm of his hand.

"Here, Y/N!"

Carter said quietly, before hoisting me onto his back in a piggyback. Giggling, he carted me across the hotel and hid me under a sheet. But I resisted, and slipped out of the covers, picked up his camera. Aaron appeared behind me, but I was expecting it and flipped around with a fierce slap to his face.

"Woah!"

He gasped, stepping back two steps, clutching his cheek. I laughed and lifted my hand to threatening again, but he backed away. Carter appeared behind me, holding a bottle of soap. He squirted a dollop of it onto my hand, and gave a small nod towards Matt. I slowly crept up to Matt, tiptoeing quietly. Nash spotted me, and whispered,

"Y/N, get him good!"

I grinned, then gave Matt a huge slap on his forehead. He jumped back, swiping the air. Carter scooped me up, an before I could react, wiped a thick mound of shower cream on my face.

"Carter!"

I squealed, wrapping my arms around his neck. Carter gently flicked the shower cream away from my eyes, so I could see his face. Then, without warning, he kissed me gently, in front if the camera. In between the taste of the soap, I felt his lips, steady and gentle, and the touch made my heart skip a beat.

"You're mine, Y/N."

He smiled, before kissing me again.

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