“I don’t think he’ll want me there.” Carter muttered, as he cuddled with Derick.
Derick invited him to Arthur’s thirty-fifth birthday party, but Carter just couldn’t see how he was going to enjoy himself there.
Since he left Arthur’s house, he has hardly seen nor talked to him. I just wanted to stay away for reasons best known to him.
“Why would you say that? Of course he wants you there. You’re going to be with me.” Derick insisted, causing Carter to roll his eyes.
“That’s the only reason why he’d want me there. Because I’m with you, not because we are friends. And what if he acts strange that day when he sees me in his mansion, hun?”
“He wouldn’t. I promise. I’ll let him know you’ll be coming, so this will prepare him, okay? Pretty please come. Because of me.” Derick muttered,
