Ember
“What’s wrong?” I asked, genuinely confused for a half-second before I understood.
“Nothing. I’ll be in the car,” Seth said, and left me and Carter on the stairs. Carter was on me instantly, arms around my waist, breathing me in.
I looked up into his eyes and pulled him into a kiss. His lips were always warm. Tasting him made me think of Seth — what it would feel like to have both of them at once. I moaned softly against Carter’s mouth, which only deepened the kiss. He pulled back, eyes glazed.
“Seth says he’ll leave us both here if we don’t come right now,” he said, pecking my nose.
We gathered ourselves and headed to Seth’s Lamborghini. It only had two seats, so after a brief and entirely unconvincing conversation, I ended up on Carter’s lap. I had suggested one of their other
