Daydreams

Chapter 11

“Carter.” someone whispered.

I whimpered.

I was having a really good dream.

“Carter.”

I opened my eyes and met a pair of blue ones.

“What the hell are you doing?!” I hissed at Dylan who was straddling me.

“I f*cked up and I’m sorry. But I need your help.” He started tugging the blanket off me.

“You think you can just-” my breath hitched when he put a hand on my waist and slightly squeezed it. His thumb grazed the little patch of skin that showed.

“Carter. I need you.”

I gulped.

Am I daydreaming again?

I squeezed my eyes shut and opened them again.

Nope. Not a daydream.

“What is it?” I gulped.

His thumb pushed the elastic of my sweats down an inch.

“You’re going hunting with me today.”

Now it all made sense.

I pushed him off me.

“You think I’m hormonal enough that if a guy touches my waist I’ll go hunting?! Are you out of your f*cking mind?!” I hissed at him.

He held his hands up.

“The touching was actually just a bonus for me.” He chuckled.

“You are such a pervert.” “I try. Now shortcake, you’re going hunting with me. And my mother’s side of the family. Just got in this morning.”

I sighed.

Dylan’s mother’s side of the family is the definition of red neck.

They were like, Duck Dynasty without the beards.

“You want to take me hunting with those people?” I gulped.

“I’ll be there the whole time.”

I gulped. I really didn’t want to go.

“What’s the catch?”

He sighed.

Ha! Caught him.

“I will buy you that stupid One Direction movie for Christmas if you do this.” He sighed.

“Seriously?!” I clapped.

I really wanted that movie.

“Yes.” He nodded.

“What is it?” I was sitting up now.

He smiled.

“Why don’t you come down for breakfast shortcake?”

He followed me downstairs.

So things with Dylan and I were normal. Besides him touching my waist this morning which he can do again anytime. It was weird but I’d love for it to happen again.

“By the way-” He pulled me before everyone downstairs saw me.

“I know there’s not another guy. I get it. We’re too close. Guys get the wrong idea. And I’m sorry.”

I shook my head. “I’d rather have a best friend anyways.”

He smiled and pulled me downstairs.