Carter was holding my hand as we walked out of class. And because I was so generous and giving, I held his hand back.

I was going to the library to study before work and Carter was walking me there before heading to class.

Once I dropped my bag in one of the comfy chairs that faced Lake Michigan, Carter handed me my textbook, carrying it like a good boyfriend would.

"Want to bring me back some Starbucks?" I asked, setting the book down on the desk table in front of me.

He looked me up and down in response. And I smiled.

"Come on. Look at this face," I said while puffing my bottom lip out. "It's getting to you isn't it?"

He looked resigned as he ignored me, yet still giving me a squeeze before heading out.

I made an unattractive expression as he walked away, suddenly rethinking the terms of our relationship.

An hour and a half later my drink was unceremoniously dropped on the desk in front of me.

I grinned at him, missing my chance to thank him because he seemed hurried. He reached to kiss me quick with a muttered "gotta get to class." I tried to refrain, I really did, but as he walked away I had to do it.

"It was the face right?"

***

After a successful night of clubbing I was at Carter's place eating sushi with a fork. It was embarrassing but like a loser I couldn't use chopsticks.

Our good friend Bryce was there. Much to Carter's annoyance.

We were watching a comedy and cracking the fuck up, Bryce and I.

Turns out once he quit the flirting (which was a good thing because Carter was one of these days, going to beat the shit out of him) he wasn't so bad.

Once the credit scenes rolled Bryce shoved my shoulder playfully before standing up and stretching like he was going to bed. He had gotten a suspicious text and I could tell by his face that whatever it was it was good.

"Well... Carter, you're a bitch as usual and Spencer once you get your head on straight, I'll be here. Waiting," he said aloud, dodging the pillow thrown at him. "I'm going out. I have somewhere to be. Not that I don't want to be here, with you Spencer."

Bryce made a face, lifting his brows at me suggestively.

Carter was reaching for another pillow when he said, "get the fuck out, you're pissing me off."

I was rolling my eyes, trying not to laugh and encourage his friend to make moves on me. But even I had to admit it was funny. Boys were so stupid.

After Bryce dressed up for his 2 am excursion and left, I yawned, speaking into my hand. "What should we do now? Another movie?"

"No," he said as he pressed his hand to my stomach and reached into my lap for the TV remote.

He turned the TV off and when I turned to look at him in question, he molded his lips to mine. Drinking me in. Letting me taste his warmth.

When I responded with want, I was lifted into a straddling position and my hips shifted on their own so I could feel him better.

We hadn't had sex for about a week now and surprisingly I was eager to get back into it. The first time wasn't the most fun experience but I loved the closeness. Feeling connected to him, feeling full.

His hands ran up my spine before raking over my nipples, his mouth eventually landing near my neck.

"You going to let me in between these good girl thighs tonight?" he asked, as he gripped my ass through my jeans.

I bit my lip as I felt desire rush through my veins. I moved to kiss him the way he did me. And when we finally broke apart for air I dragged my nails down his chest, bending my head to speak.

And Carter just watched me, with that hooded gaze. Eyes filled with lust. For me. Only for me.

"I want you inside of me," I said softly. "I always want you inside of me."

And with that he released a noise of approval before lifting me again. Bowing my back away from him.

He reached for the button on my pants. "Take off your shirt, I want to see you," he said harshly.

I stood up to strip, shedding all my clothes and letting him see my body in the light. I never felt self conscious with Carter. Not when he looked at me like he was seconds away from losing control. Like I was his fantasy come to life.

I watched him unzip his jeans, palming himself as he stared at me. Watching me as my body filled with need.

He pulled me back into his arms, arching me over the edge of the couch, in a way where I couldn't see him. I heard his pants drop to the floor and I heard a condom wrapper open. His hands came to play with my wetness, teasing me back and forth. I felt him kiss down my spine and grip my hips before slowly sliding into me.

My breath hitching all the way through.

I was tense at first expecting the dregs of pain but this didn't hurt.

I felt him stretching me out, but this time it felt good. In fact the more he moved the better it felt and soon I was moaning as he moved faster. Pounding deep inside of me.

I was moving my hips back, catching his rhythm, wanting him to fill me deeper. Feeling it build.

I threw my head back as my cries grew louder. And his only response was to fuck me harder, slamming deep inside of me.

"You like that?"

I felt myself clench around his dick as I screamed out my yes, willing to say anything if he'd keep moving exactly like that.

"Harder," I begged as I felt it coming.

My clit was throbbing as he picked up his pace.

And he slapped my ass. Hard.

"You're going to feel me tomorrow Princess. You're going to sit down, and everytime you feel that ache in between your thighs you're going to think of me. Think of me buried deep inside of you. Fucking this tight pussy just like this."

I shook as I felt it overwhelm me. I shook with pleasure as he fucked right through my orgasm. His rhythm off because I knew he was close.

As soon as the last one left another one built and when he moved his hands between my thighs I felt it again. Along with his release and lips covering mine.

***

We were going ice skating. Carson, Lena and I.

They asked and because I didn't want to be that person who ditched her best friends for a boyfriend, I offered to do whatever they wanted to do for a while. And mainly because they're some bitches they chose one of the things I was worst at.

I held on to the guard rail as I skidded around looking like a fucking idiot. While the two of them skated around me, graceful as ever.

Carson was trying not to laugh and Lena just was.

I had given up on being taught and just focused on not falling over. Deciding that breaking a hip was not worth my ego.

Afterwards we found ourselves at a cute little cafe, drinking tea to warm up from the cold.

We were sitting near a big window and I had my back to the door as Lena told us the story about how she ran into a stop sign during her first driver's test for the 5th time.

I was trying to pay attention but my eyes were glazing over. It was a funny story but my jeans were soaked with snow from all the falling and I was cold and cranky.

Lena must have noticed my lack of enthusiasm because she started messing with me. Probably because being annoying as hell was one of her favorite pastimes.

"Is that Carter over there?" she asked, pausing for a second as her eyes shifted towards the window.

I looked at her dryly and shook my head. Flicking her off as I reached for my tea.

"You're not funny," I told her.

"I'm actually being serious."

I felt Carson turn to look but I wasn't going to. We all knew I was gullible but I wasn't going to fall for it this time.

"He's with a girl Spence," Carson said.

My neck whipped around so fast I could have snapped it.

"She's pretty," said Lena.

Carson must have given her a look because she quickly backtracked with a nervous laugh.

"Not as pretty as you though Spencer."

I tuned her out and focused in on what was Carter, standing with a tall blonde. Lena was right. She was real pretty.

I didn't get jealous. Wasn't my thing, but I was feeling a whole lot of something. Something real close to it.

I trusted him but I mean hello, it would have been nice for the heads up. That he was going to be hanging out with a seriously pretty girl who wasn't me.

I chewed at my lip recognizing that even though he was a good distance away if we could see him then he could probably see us.

I was just going to tell everyone to stop staring and that it was cool because I would make him explain later when he must have caught a glimpse of me. He laughed at something she said, lifting his head and somehow making direct eye contact with me.

I panicked.

I ducked but I knew it was too late. I knew it, but for some reason there I was, under a table.

I felt my phone ring a second later and I for some reason, very embarrassed, continued to hide as I slid my thumb across the screen.

"Hello?" I asked softly. Ignoring Lena and Carson's snickers.

"Did you just crawl under a table?"

"Maybe?" I said slowly.

"Why?"

"Because I'm not spying on you, and I don't want you to think that I am."

"So your first move was to hide, like you were spying on me?"

I ticked my tongue against the roof of my mouth. All I could do was laugh, nervously as I tried to come up with an excuse. And when I couldn't think of anything I laughed harder in panic and hung up on him.

I didn't know why I was so antsy about him seeing me but I was.

I knew I wasn't spying but now it looked like spying. And I joked a lot about the stalker thing with him but I wasn't an actual stalker. I didn't know he was going to be around. And now I looked like a freak.

"Spencer," Carson called, sticking her head under the booth.

I shushed her. Feeling my phone vibrate again.

I stared at the phone in my hand before slamming my head into the table at the sight of a pair of Nikes in my peripheral. A pair of Nikes that could only belong to Carter.

"Get out from under the table, Spence," he called out.

I felt my self wince as I shoved his legs aside and crawled out like a fucking dumbass. I heard Carson and Lena giggling and I ignored them to brush the floor off my knees.

I tried to look everywhere but at him but failed when I felt his gaze land on my skin.

"Hey," I muttered casually as I watched his smiling lips twitch.

He shook his head at me, looking at me like I was being cute. When I didn't say anything more he extended a greeting to my so called friends before excusing us and pulling me outside to talk.

After staring me down for a second time he must have realized I couldn't explain myself because he started to laugh. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" he asked.

And I just scratched my head because I honestly wasn't sure.

I spent my time tapping my foot and inspecting my nails, deciding I'd continue to play coy.

"I'm not sure why this is so amusing," I spoke as he continued to laugh.

Carter ignored my question before coming close and shoving my body into his hands. "You know what most people do when they see someone they know?" he asked rhetorically. "They wave. Not do whatever you just did."

I scowled.

"I only panicked because you were hanging out with mystery girl and I didn't want you to think that I didn't trust you. Or that I was some weird jealous psycho girlfriend."

He bit back a smile. Looking at me in a way that made my heart squeeze.

"I don't think you're a jealous girlfriend," he told me. "Psycho is a work in progress though.

I shoved him for that comment.

Mystery girl was nowhere to be found and even though I said I wasn't jealous I lied. Just a little bit.

And I was naturally curious. It was one of my best qualities.

Which meant I had to ask. For my peace of mind.

"So speaking of mystery girl..." I questioned without making eye contact. "Who was she?"

He pulled his lip in between his teeth as he grinned. "I don't know her."

I felt my eyes contract.

"Spencer, I don't know her. I'm serious. I was walking out of the store and she asked me for my number. I said no," he finished.

And admittedly, I believed him. Mainly because I had to face the music.

Carter was hot. I bet girls asked for his number all the time.

Didn't mean I had to like it.

I huffed at his smug face. Wanting to shove his hands off me.

"You're cute when you're jealous," he said aloud.

And sure, I could have denied it out loud but I knew it was true. I, Spencer Thompson was jealous. Over a boy. Who would have thought?

"Does the number thing happen a lot?" I asked.

"That's subjective," he said, obviously deflecting. "I think you should come over tonight and we can get some takeout."

I smacked his chest.

"Stop avoiding the subject. You had your chance to go caveman. I'm just asking a question pal."

"I wouldn't say caveman."

I looked at him, deadpan.

"Well I would. You put me over your shoulder and carried me away. What's more caveman than that?"

He shrugged. Looking like he was thinking it over in his head. "You may have a point."

"Of course I do," I retorted

He grinned at that. Obviously still finding all of this funny.

At his reluctance to give me a straight answer I started tapping my foot again.

I must have worn my annoyance on my face because Carter bent his head towards mine. His lips wiping it away.

"You know, most of the time when you're cranky it's just funny," he said. The bass kissing my ear. "Sometimes though, having that attitude, only makes me want to fuck it out of you."

I felt my face heat at his words and something bloom in my stomach. Such a way with words he had.

"You gonna come over later?" he asked, hands still skimming my waist.

And in a fog of Carter fueled lust all I could do was nod.

It wasn't until a kiss and a half later that I found myself still standing alone in front of the cafe, with Carter leaving to go home.

I was pushing the double doors open to head back inside when I realized he never answered my question. And that he had definitely bamboozled me.