Sincerely, Carter (Sincerely Yours, #1)

by Whitney G.

“Right …” I felt his forehead touching mine. The lights suddenly went black, and the next thing I knew, his lips were all over mine and my back was pushed hard against the wall. His tongue slipped into my mouth—demanding complete and utter control, and I immediately gave in. Murmuring, I shut my eyes as he used his hips to keep me pressed against the wall, as he used one of his hands to slightly cup my ass. He slid a hand under my dress and softly ran his fingers against my panty-line. In response, my arms went around his neck and my fingers threaded through his hair. He bit down hard on my bottom lip, so hard, I moaned. But he didn’t stop kissing me. He kept his mouth attached to mine, barely giving me a chance to breathe. “Ah …” I let another murmur escape my lips, and he bit my lip again. Even harder this time.

the gasp i let out!

“I think you’re sexy as fuck, and if you weren’t my best friend, and this wasn’t a dream, I’d totally fuck you right now.” “Excuse me?” Everything went black.

lmaoooo

“I recently had sex with someone who might’ve ruined me for all others.”

NICE CARTER

I was pretty sure I loved him, and not in the way I loved him before. This was different. This was “I needed to have him every hour of the day,” “be around him whenever I could”, and “do whatever I could to have him” type of way. From the way he looked at me, I could tell he felt the same.

awww

“I love you.” He held me still and looked directly into my eyes. “I fucking love you, Arizona, and I always have.”

PAINNNN

“URGENT: Please read this, Ari.” Dear Arizona, I'm not going to bother with “pleasantries” or waste time telling you about what's going on at home with me because it doesn't matter. Not without you being here anyway. So, I'll keep this short and to the point. I didn’t mean one fucking word of what I said to you at the airport. I do love you. I love you ‘in that way’ and it was much more than sex between us. I only wanted to make sure you left and pursued your dreams instead of staying back for me because I’ll always be here for you. Always. If I knew that what I said would make you give me the cold shoulder or stop talking to me, I can promise you that I never would’ve done it and I would take it back in a heartbeat. Not talking to you for a few days was different. Not talking to you for a few weeks was torture. Not talking to you for MONTHS was (and still is) unbearable. You’ve always meant the world to me, but it didn’t hit me just how much more you meant, until you were gone … I go to sleep, reaching for you—wanting to hear your voice before I shut my eyes. I wake up hoping to have you in my arms, and there are only so many days that I’m going to be able to stay sane without you … For years we’ve joked about why I can’t last with anyone else for more than six months, and the answer has been right in front of my face all this time: You. I’m pretty sure it’s been you since fourth grade, because now, more than ever, I know that I’m supposed to be with you, and you’re suppo...

PAINNNNN. ENDLESS PAIN!!! Holy shit, if Ari opened this letter before agreeing to date Sam that night... holy fucking shit

“Ari?” The sound of Carter’s voice made me turn around. “Ari…” He took my right hand and got down on one knee. My jaw dropped, and a sudden bout of butterflies fluttered against my stomach more furiously than ever before. “I originally wanted to wait to do this when we both finished school, but—” He paused, smiling. “We both know I don’t have the best record when it comes to being patient.” I let out a nervous laugh. “I even wrote out exactly what I was going to say, how I was going to say it, and where exactly I wanted us to be when it happened,” he continued. “But since I left that paper at home and waiting is absolutely out of the question now, I’ll do my best to remember most of the words.” Tears welled in my eyes as he caressed my hand. “I don’t need to rehash the fact that I absolutely hated you when I first met you, or that I got genuinely happy each time I made you cry in fourth grade, but I will if you want me to.” I shook my head, laughing softly as a few bystanders listened along. “Fair enough.” He smiled. “Somewhere between us hating each other back then, you became my first real friend, my first and only best friend, and I didn’t realize it until last summer, but you’ve actually been my first everything.” “You were my first kiss, my first date that I actually enjoyed, and the first woman I fell in love with—the first woman I actually made love to…” he said. “And you’re still the only person I can talk to twenty times a day—whether it’s via letter, email, text,...

This is so fucking cute 😭