An idea pops into my head, perhaps a way to hit both birds with the same stone. In an attempt to calm Carter and piss Erika off enough that she does herself a favor and goes away, I grab Carter’s face, pull him close, and kiss the hell out of him. I can feel him jerk in surprise, but he’s not about to turn down a kiss in the current climate of our relationship. Being pissed off doesn’t make him want to kiss me less, it just makes him rougher. His arm curls around my waist and he yanks me against him. His other hand moves, and he pushes his fingers through my hair, cradling my head while he
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