Page 16 of Fall to Me
I pop up, swinging my legs to the side of the bed. The room spins around me, and I have to take a deep breath to keep from getting sick.
Wait! Why am I not wearing any clothes?
Spotting a white T-shirt on the floor beside my foot, I bend down and pluck it off the ground.
“If you don’t stop moving the bed, Kitten, I’m gonna be sick.”
I freeze. My head swings in the direction of that voice.
What the ever-loving hell is Carter Fucking Graham doing in my fucking bed?
Except, as I look around the room, I realize that he’s not in my bed . . . I’m in his.
Fuck. My. Life.
Keeping the phone pressed to my ear, I listen to my mom ramble on and on while I search around the room for my clothes. Oh, there are my shorts, lying on the floor at the foot of the bed. I snatch them up and tug them on in a panic. Then I pluck my bra and top off the floor from underneath the desk and drape them over my arm. I huff a breath, blowing my hair out of my face as I stand and spin around the room, looking for my shoes.
“Did you hear what I just said?”
“Yeah, Mom. I heard you.”
I actually didn’t.
Carter’s phone rings incessantly, and my mom won’t stop bitching at me. I honestly don’t catch half of what she’s saying, and if she’d quit chewing me out for two fucking seconds, I could get out of here a hell of a lot quicker.
Ah, I found my shoes! Right by the door. I slide them on, and walk on the backs, the canvas folding down under the heels of my feet.
“Mom, I really have to go if you want me to get out of here.”
Of course, she doesn’t hang up.
His phone rings again; Teagan’s face lights up the screen. I grip his shoulder and give him a shake. “Hey. Wake up. Your phone won’t stop ringing, and we’re gonna be late.”
He groans, but slowly sits up, dragging both hands down his face. The ringing stops.
Nope. It’s ringing again.
“Hello?” Carter answers the call, his voice thick and raspy, and it stops me in my tracks.
My eyes trail up and down his body as he sits on the edge of the bed, threading his fingers through his sandy blond hair, which makes him look sexier, if that’s even possible. It’s not only the act, but also the way his muscles flex with each movement. He’s so defined like . . .everywhere. Makes me wanna go over there and lick him.
“Yeah,” he sighs. “She’s here.”
Why is his voice doing things to me? And why am I thinking about licking him?
“Did you hear me?” Mom asks, bringing me back to what I’m doing.
“Sorry, what’d you say, Mom?” I ask, looking around the room for my purse, now.
“I said, your dad is fightin’ mad,” she repeats.
I pull my phone away from my ear and stare at it as if she’s about to come right out of it with two heads. Why the hell would my dad be mad? “Mom?—”
“Hurry up and get your ass here, will ya? And for the love of God, don’t let your dad near Carter.”
Before I can even process her words, I hear three little beeps, indicating she ended the call. My brows pull into a frown. What the hell is she going on about?
“Hey,” Carter’s voice cuts through my thoughts. “Teagan wants to talk to both of us.”
