Page 73 of Melt His Heart

“Yeah. Like peaches.” He says, taking a dramatic sniff, “My favorite fruit, you know.” He adds.

“You’re just saying that.” I chuckle.

“I’m not. I swear!” He laughs, tickling me, causing me to thrash out of his hold. I kick him away, and we both fall into a fit of giggles.

I hate being tickled.

“Stop it, you monster!” I yelp when he gets a hold of me again, his fingers gently digging into my ribs and waist. I can’t stop laughing, my stomach is going to cramp if he doesn’t stop, so I try to fight back. I wrestle to get on top of him, but he flips me back over gently, making sure to avoid my wrist, before continuing.

We finally nestle back into our cuddling position again after attacking each other with pillows and tickles, “Thanks for coming all the way here, Julie.”

“You’re welcome,” I say, teasing him.

“See, that’s what I missed.”

“What?”

“Your smart mouth!” He says, tickling me again, but this time pinning me beneath him so I can’t get away. There’s tears forming in my eyes from laughing so hard.

“I’ll be good, I swear!” I breathe out. The heat and size of his body so overwhelming. I don’t want to get turned on from being tickled. That would be so embarrassing.

“Oh, will you now?” He says, his eyes darkening.

“You’re such a perv.” His face is so close, close enough for me to press my lips against his, so I do. I kiss him softly, still cautious of how to lead, but Carson purrs into my mouth, urging me on. We end up making out again, but this time until we actually fall asleep.

Chapter 25

It’s been a day since we returned from Ohio, and I flop down onto my couch with a sigh. My phone lights up and I grab it to see Carson has sent a flurry of messages, probably while I was washing up.

Carson: remember when you said you’d go to the club with me

Carson: don’t ignore me, come dance we gotta celebrate not being a loser team anymore

Carson: baby wyd

Me: I’m here Carson, I was showering.

Carson: always when i’m not there.

Me: Who’s fault is that?

Carson: so i should come over? ;)

Me: Absolutely not.

Carson: yeah you’re just trying to distract me from promises of a night out

Me: Ok ok I remember, I’ll go.

Carson: good can’t wait to see you in a sexy little outfit

Me: What are you talking about!?

Carson: you know what i’m talking about ;)

I stop responding because he’s actually ridiculous. I smile at my phone and roll over onto my stomach. Does this count as a date? Do people swamp spit with their friends? Probably?

I laugh just thinking about it, and honestly, I would rather not overthink whatever is happening with us right now. This is the first time in my life I’m just surrendering to control.