Hundred and Sixty Two

HAILEY

I hadn't spoken to Carter since the fight. We just acted like we couldn't see ourselves, we just went about ignoring each other.

I tossed around on the bed unable to fall asleep due to the pain of my injuries. I sighed for the umpteenth time as I sat up on the bed, thinking of a way to distract myself from everything.

Finally, I decided that ice cream was the best option so I came down from bed and walked out of my room, heading downstairs.

The living room was dark, only illuminated by the light coming from the kitchen. I contemplated going back to my room as I assumed Carter was in the kitchen but on a second thought, I walked further. The maids had probably forgotten to turn off the light.

But I was wrong. A shirtless Carter stood by the kitchen counter, chugging down a bottle of water, his body on full display. I halted in my track, pondering on my next line of actions.

I thought about heading back to upstairs to my room but just as I was about to drag my feet, Carter droppe