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I come down from the orgasm, but Carter isn’t done, and says, “One more for me, Angel. I want to watch this time.”
All I can do is nod as he starts rubbing my clit gently with his thumb, slowly yet surely coaxing another earth-shattering orgasm from me.
“You look so good from this angle, fuck,” he says. “I love watching you come. I want to watch this every day for the rest of my damn life.”
And then I come apart again, shaking and shivering against the wall, moaning his name over and over again, until my body goes limp and I can barely stand.
Carter stands and gently removes the belt from my wrists, and then scoops me up into his arms, carrying me with an ease that fits perfectly into his mountain man aesthetic.
“Shower or bed?” he asks.
“Bed,” I say.
I point in the direction of the bedroom, and he carries me all the way there, and then lays me down. He stands there for a moment, looking hesitant, like he doesn’t know if I want him to stay, and my heart cracks in half. This man—I’m not sure who exactly he is now versus who he was then, and I’m still working through our past, and my fears, but he’s got goodness in him. Heaps of it.
“Stay,” I tell him.
And so he does, climbing into bed, curling his body around mine, and stroking my arms and back up and down in slow, languid strokes.
30
ANGELA
The next day,I wake up alone in my bed, but happy nonetheless. Carter and I hung out until about 10:00 p.m., talking and watching silly animal videos on his phone, and then I sent him home. I may be more than happy to let him eat me out against a wall, but sleepovers are…a lot for me, given my insomnia, and I wanted to get a restful night of sleep on my own. We only shared a bed on Isle North out of necessity, after all.
I grab my phone off the nightstand and send Cat a text.
I think you’re right. Carter and I are definitely dating, whatever that means. He surprised me with dinner last night and then we uh…well, you can guess.
She responds almost immediately.
OH MY GOD. I knew it. And dating just means you’re figuring things out!
Okay, you’re right. I’m gonna try not to freak out about it.
Are you happy?
I hesitate before responding.
Yes, I am.
Good. I guess I did the right thing when I didn’t try very hard to find a charter company to come get you guys from Isle North!
This makes me laugh, and honestly isn’t much of a surprise. Cat is a romantic at heart.
You little rat! But I forgive you.
Unfortunately for me, my good mood lasts all of ten minutes, because Tony texts me to let me know that I’m needed at the hospital. Apparently one of Steph’s kids is sick. I get that it’s not her fault, but I just want another day off in peace.
I think for a moment about what Carter would do. He probably wouldn’t answer the text at all. But if I don’t come in, it’s doubtful they’ll fill the shift with anyone else, since nearly all of the other nurses have child-care duties, and I don’t want to leave them understaffed. I’m the person who’s always able to fill in because I live by myself, have no kids, and no boyfriend.
I text Tony back and let him know I can do it. If I get dressed and ready now, I’ll get to the hospital by 9:00 a.m. and be out of there by the early evening. Tony thanks me over text profusely, and I roll my eyes. At least I’ll get overtime pay for this. I repeat that phrase in my head over and over as I quickly make coffee, shovel oatmeal into my mouth, and pack my scrubs and crocs.
I wish I was spending the day as I’d planned: watching TV on my couch and then going to the art supply store a few townsover. Carter’s question last night made me realize that I’ve let my hobbies slip away once again, despite feeling so excited about getting back into art while we were on Isle North.
I look at the painting on my mantel. It’s a view of the ocean from Huddle’s Cove, and I must have painted it five or six years ago now. It’s the last big piece I did, and probably the one I’m most proud of. My moms have tons of my art from when I was a kid hung up at their house, and I’d love to give them something done by my adult self.
I promise myself that I’ll go to the art store tomorrow, and then I head out the door.
