"Why did you do that, Carter? It's going to be all over Gossip Girl. Do you know what your dad is going to do about this bad press?" You asked and placed the cold cup of whiskey to his bruise. He stared away from you. Hell, he didn't know himself. Carter saw that she was in trouble, and the rest of it was a blur. "I just did, alright? Can we drop the 20 questions?" He asked rudely. You sighed at his rudeness. The punch must have brought back the old Carter. "Glad to see you are back. Thanks for the help. You can hold your own glass, right?" You asked and placed the glass on the coffee table. Carter reached his arm out in front of her. "Don't go. I'm sorry. It's just," he stopped and looked away from you. Carter couldn't form an intelligent response for you. He thought about their night together since it happened. The way you purred his name in his ear. "It's just what, Carter? You've been weird ever since we agreed the one night stand was just that," you sighed and stared at him. Carter pressed his fingers together. He appeared nervous.* "I don't think I want it to be just one night," he admitted. "What?" , "Trust me, I'm not happy about it either. This feeling I have sucks. Whenever you walk into a room, it feels like time stops. That guy was being a dick to you, and I stopped it," Carter sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. He stood up and paced around the room. His dad was going to murder him. There was no doubt about it. Another scandal on the Baizen name. "I don't believe you. Why didn't you tell me?" You asked. "You were pretty adamant about it being one time," he answered. You sighed and placed your head in your hands. "So what do we do?" You asked. "We tried dating and nearly moved on from each other. We just started to become friends again until the one night stand. What do you want to come out of this?" He stared at you. "I want another shot at us and I won't take no for an answer."