Page 13 of Dear, Carson McDermott
“Weren’t you supposed to text me when you got home?” I asked.
“I did and when you didn’t reply, I figured you were asleep. Couldn’t wait to dream about me huh?” He teased.
“I couldn’t wait to dream about Brad Stevenson, he was the last person to text me tonight before I fell asleep.”
Carson made a sort of growl sound,
“Please, don’t make me headbutt Brad with my helmet on. I really will and I’ll choke him until he passes out. Then, I’ll wait until he wakes up so I can give him a good ole’ country ass-whoopin'. Darlin’ chill out, alright?”
I couldn’t help it as I started laughing and I had to cover my mouth so that I didn’t wake the entire house,
“I’m just playing with you. Don’t hurt him, he’s my lab partner and he texted me about our final project that’s all,” I clarified before laughing again.
“So, I can’t hit him tomorrow?” He asked me.
“No, Bubba, you can’t hit Brad Stevenson.”
“What about Miles? Can I hit him?” he asked.
My eyebrows shot up even though he couldn’t see me.
“Miles? What does he have to do with this?”
“I don’t like em’. I don’t like the way he looks at you. The way he thinks he can ever be with you again. No one’s ever gonna have that chance again. We’re it for each other darlin’.”
I tried my best to breathe but what he was saying to me was what I always wanted to hear from him. I didn’t think that this was ever going to happen between us, and it felt like a dream for me.
“I,” I almost told him I loved him, but I knew it was too early. I didn’t want to scare him off or rather jinx it when we hadn’t even been dating for more than twenty-four hours.
“Me too, darlin’.” He answered making me smile.
There was a feeling, one I didn’t think could ever be gone. I felt like someone lifted me off my bed and had me floating on a nonexistent cloud. I never wanted to get off it and I don’t think I could. I was scared because I knew deep down, no one could take this feeling away from me. I don’t think I could ever feel this way about anyone else. Wasn’t I too young for this feeling? What was I going to do about it? What were we going to do?
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I cleared my throat,
“what did you call me for again?” I asked trying to avoid what just happened.
“I just couldn’ believe that you actually said yes to being my girlfriend, so I had to call and double-check.”
I giggled.
“You’re so fucking corny and I didn’t say yes, because you didn’t ask, you big bully.”
“Mmmm,” Carson groaned. I thought his laugh or the way he talked was sexy but this, damn. “I’ve got something big for you.”
“Really Carson?”
He chuckled,
“Sorry, you know I’m used to being a dick with you but now that you’re my girl, I gotta do better huh?”
I lightly laughed,
“even better.”
“Like how much better?” He asked.
