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The sound of Carson’s voice startled the s heart and swiveled around to face him

He approached the stairs, taking them slowly in that unhurried air he always had about him, and I couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to be so relaxed all the time, so nonchalant about life Once he neared the top step, he paused, so ere al off, lost in our own thoughts

His hair was still darasp, along with a Wild Cats duffle bag that I ie of clothes The soft cotton of his long sleeve t-shirt clung to the hard plains of his chest, while the swell of his biceps strained against his shirtsleeves, toned frohts

Realizing I was staring, I wrenched est either of us had ever gone without speaking in each other’s presence Usually, ere racing to the punchline, trying to see who could offer the most snark When I finally slidin amusement

I cleared my throat and mumbled, “Your brother invited me for dinner”

“Ah And here I thought you were just eager to see rin broadened, and he took another step One h to touch

I shot hiht, I was al able to see him froave me

A soft breeze drifted between us, ruffling the front of his dark hair I openedremarks reserved only for hi me mute

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer” Carson winked

I scoffed “Creative How long did it take you to think up that one?”

“About as long as you were staring at me, so a while”

I narrowed ure out who you looked more like, Sloth from the Goonies or The Elephant Man”

Carson grinned “Funny” Then he reached out and tugged on a loose wisp of my hair “What color is this, anyway? I think I’ve had vomit the same shade”

I crossedat you almost every day”

“Could you be any shorter?” He raised a brow, staring e to stand on ive him the satisfaction The hair was a lo, but I was used to hiht