Unknown POV
Mom and I pack so fast; we’re like a pair of bank robbers in a vault with two minutes on the clock. I’m forced to call a cab and have him park two blocks away. Then my mom and I take our bags and sneak out the back. Good thing I already brought my bag in from the car, otherwise I’d be getting on the plane with nothing but the clothes on me.
The trip to the airport is a blur as my mind races with a montage of images so real, I can’t separate memories from fantasy.
Carter and I holding hands, walking barefoot on the beach. Then laughing and dancing the night away, with a hall full of people clapping out a beat.
Carter and I snuggled up on a sofa. He’s stroking my back and kissing my hair, then covering my body with his.
The scent of his cologne floods my memory and I take a
