Written in the stars by A.c Thompson

chapter 4

I sip my ice coffee and put my hand out the window as Carter drives up the high way. he's silent for several minutes, before I cant stand it anymore. "Carter, are you alright?, I hate to say it but I was right she's got a loose screw or two, she knew what she was getting into" I explain.

"yeah good thing, we're leaving town just in time" he explains. We listen to the radio and then play Simon says, we stop to eat an get snacks an Gass.

Hours pass by an it's the middle of the night and I'm getting tired "I'm pulling over for the night and we can crash at the motel up ahead" he says. I nod sleepily, we check into a motel the rooms aren't anything glamorous but will do for the night.

I change into the bathroom, while he takes of his shirt and shoes and climbs in bed. I turn off the light and then climb into bed. "Harp, do you think I'm a bad guy" he whispers softly. I open my eyes slightly but don't turn over "Your a lot of things, but bad isn't one of them" I say confident an he puts his arm around me as we sleep.

I wake up and see its 6:30 am. We should get on the road. I turn over to wake him. "Carter wakey, wakey" I say. Nothing, I move his shoulder nothing. time for plan b, I start tickling his sides and his eyes pop open an he starts laughing "Harper stop" hes pleads out of breath. I stop and roll on my back. "I tried twice to wake you". I explain. He smirks then starts tickling my sides. I squeal and laugh and beg for mercy.

Suddenly he ends up on top of me caging me in with his arms on each side on my head and were both breathless. My wavy golden blonde hair spreads across the pillow.

He has a look on his face I haven't seen before. The air is heavy and my heart is beating so fast it almost hurts. I take in his features for a moment his messy golden brown hair, his broad shoulders, how did I not know he has abs an a tiny scar on his hip bone I want to trace. Its located above where his jogging pants hang a little bit low making v shape, hes gorgeous built like the men you read in Greek mythology or something. Looking quickly bringing my eyes to his green eyes as the bore through me as if to see my soul. My whole body warms as he looks at me like that and I cant explain why. His phone rings and snaps us out of it. "uh we should get going" he says quickly getting up and going to to the bathroom. "yeah" I reply breathless what the hell just happened.