Page 99 of Melt His Heart

“You scared the shit out of me!” I say as he laughs.

“Being a little hermit?” Carson says, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind. I’m going to miss this the most.

“Maybe,” I whine low when he kisses my neck.

“I hope you like it.” He whispers into my ear.

“I love it, thank you, Carson.”

“Don’t thank me, you deserve to be celebrated. They hate to see you go. I hate to see you go.” He says.

“I don’t want to cry, please.”

“Ok, I’m sorry, baby.” He chuckles.

“I’m going to miss you. So much. I’m going to miss all of this.” I breathe. Carson turns me around and cups my face gently.

“I’m going to miss you too, my love. I’ll come see you and your parents as soon as the season is over, I promise.”

Little does he know I’m going to come back and see him first. I know he’s going to take his team to the finals. I know. He’s an amazing captain. I hope he doesn’t feel too much pressure, though. He’s been looking a little more stressed than usual lately, and I’m sure that’s the reason.

I hate to leave him alone right now.

“Hey, you two love birds!” Liam says drunkenly, breaking us up. I laugh, shaking my head at him. He’s having the best time out of any of us here. Kevin has been trying to wrangle him since his first drink. Liam’s quite the lightweight.

“Liam, how much did you drink?” I giggle at his swaying.

“Not much! Screw that though!” He says, “What am I gonna do without you, my sweet sweet angel!” He pulls me into a tight hug and away from Carson, who is laughing.

“I’m going to miss you, Liam,” I assure him.

“I’m gonna miss you too, pumpkin,” He says, kissing me on the cheek.

“I’m also gonna miss you, pumpkin!” Kelly says, a pout on her face as she walks over to us, “I wish we could’ve hung out more.”

“Me too, I’m sorry.” I frown.

“Aw, don’t be sorry, babe. We’ll see each other again for sure.” She winks at me, an unspoken message between us. We had a little chat earlier in the night about meeting up to support Carson if the guys make it to the cup finals.

When they make it.

* * *

“You don’t have to clean up, baby, I got it,” Carson says, taking the empty bottles out of my hand.

“I want to help.” I huff.

The party went well, and I got to say goodbye to everyone. My coach and Holly even stopped by later in the night. I’ve been watching Carson clean the aftermath from the couch for long enough. Me and Jules already watched two full episodes of a random netflix show. I feel weird not doing anything, but he insists I relax. That I shouldn’t be cleaning up my own party.

I reach down to pick up a plastic cup that has fallen onto the floor, and Carson grabs my wrists. He pulls me into him and holds me tightly, “You just don’t listen at all, do you?”

I roll my eyes, “Well, maybe if you’d just let me help.”

“Alright, fine, I have the perfect thing you can help with.” He smirks, walking us back, until I’m flush with the dining room table.

“What?” I gasp.

“We’ve got so much cake left, it’s a shame to waste it.” A smile forms slowly across his face. Carson presses his lips to mine, the kiss leaving me dizzy. He pulls my shirt off before I can regain any sense I have left, and lifts me onto the surface.