Page 71 of Melt His Heart

“Oh, really? Were they expecting us to be doing something after?” Carson smirks.

“Who said that?” I yelp.

Carson tugs me out of the way into his body when I almost bump into a staff member sharing the hall with us, “Sorry.” I mumble.

“You’re too cute.” He says, looking down at me, and I push him away.

I send Liam the text he’s probably dying to receive, but I make sure to stress that I’m only going back to Carson’s room as a friend.

Liam: Riiighhhtt friend ;)

Me: Could you be anymore ridiculous?

Liam: I mean i thought about saying don’t slip and fall on his…

Liam: I’ll let you finish that…lol

Me: I would prefer not to >:\

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Carson leads me down the hall to his door. I guess he really does get a room to himself. Captain privileges, I suppose?

“Do you want anything?” He says, opening the door and letting me step in.

“Oh no, I’m ok, water maybe.” I smile.

“Alright, gotcha.”

I look around the room, it’s warm. I realize how tired I am. Carson’s probably even more exhausted. He hands me a bottle of water, and we sit down on the couch. He brings the rim of the bottle to his lips, taking a long sip. It’s quiet between us before I break the silence.

“We’re not going to watch a movie, are we?” I ask suddenly, my cheeks feeling a bit flushed. I hope he can’t tell how nervous I am. How did I end up in his room? When I told Liam I didn’t think that far ahead, I definitely didn’t think this far ahead.

“What else would we be doing?” He says.

“I don’t know.” I look down.

“Is there anything you want to do?” He smirks, grabbing my hand, he brings it to his cheek. Carson turns his head slightly to press a warm kiss to my palm, trailing more down my wrist. My breath hitches, his gaze flickers up at me.

“Can we kiss?” I say softly, almost shocking myself.

He says nothing.

But his reaction gives me the answer I need; not even a second goes by from the moment the question leaves my lips, does Carson waste. He threads his fingers in the hair at my nape before pulling me in for a hungry kiss. I immediately give in and let him guide me, still not very confident in my kissing.

I hope he’s liking it because I am. So much.

I whimper into his mouth when his tongue slips into mine for a taste. I could die just like this, from free-falling into everything that is Carson Young, and be perfectly happy.

When we finally break away, I feel like I’m floating, my head a hazy mess, as if I’ve been underwater. Carson is nuzzling my cheek, spreading little kisses across my face. I want to climb into his lap, but I’m a bit afraid of it being too much. Maybe he can kiss me until I don’t care anymore.

“You’re driving me crazy…” Carson says, his voice deep, sending shivers through my body.

“I want…” I say, my breath coming out unevenly.

“What do you want, baby?” He whispers into my ear.

“I don’t think I’m…” I stammer, feeling flustered that I know what I want, but I’m just not ready to go there. I need more time, though I really want it, and I think Carson wants it too. I’m just frustrating both of us.