Mainly in bed, but we did make it to the couch for a couple hours. It was strange, Carson and I being a couple. It was as if nothing had really changed and it felt completely natural. I did love the part where I was now free to touch his sculpted, tattooed body anytime I felt like it. And I did, often. He reciprocated, of course, only he seemed to focus on my ass. It was now Monday night. “I’m going to take a quick shower, babe, before everyone gets here,” Carson informed me, kissing me on the cheek as I poured a bag of chips into a bowl. We had invited his cousin Ryder, and his girlfriend, Megan, Mark and his girlfriend, Hollis, and Holly and Darkness over for a night of drinking. I snorted at the thought of his name. It wouldn’t get old. “Okay.” “Wanna join me?” he asked, letting his mouth trail kisses down my neck. “I would,” I said as a shiver raced down my spine, “but everyone will be getting here soon.”
