Be ready in twenty minutes. Carter's text flashed across my screen the following evening. - You are unbelievably demanding. Maybe I have plans tonight. I grinned as I texted back. - Do you like to make me angry? - Maybe :) - Be ready, MRS. Morgan. - Yes dear. I rolled my eyes at the phone. We hadn't seen each other since I’d left his house Wednesday morning. We'd left on good terms, and I wasn’t mad at him. I knew he didn't understand that, despite the number of times I'd tried to tell him we both needed time if we wanted this to work. I wished we could avoid talking and live purely in the moment. I just wanted to be with Carter, without having monumental discussions about us, although I knew it was something we needed to do. I gazed down at the ring I was now wearing on my right hand and twisted it thoughtfully. On second thought, maybe we'd done more than enough living in the moment and were paying the consequences for it now.
