It’s been three years now. The best night of Carter’s life; the night he met you. He was at a bar just like in most of his free nights, and there you were; the woman of his dreams. The moment he saw you, first thought was ‘Damn, that girl would chew me up and spit me out.’ And damn if he ever wanted to be chewed.

It happened; you guys started to hook up daily and Carter never got involved with any other girls after you. He tattooed your name on his ribs about seven months after meeting you. And he was happy about it.

~Time Break~

It’s been three years since you guys met, and two since you’ve been dating. You live with Carter now, in a considerably big apartment complex on top of his tattoo studio. He is a tattoo artist and also plays guitar and do some vocals in his own rock band.

Kinda hard too believe, right? You’ve got a tall, handsome, muscular, well endowed and hot guy who’s good in bed and a very good boyfriend. But no one’s perfect. Humans have their flaws, right?

You know that pretty well now, because you’ve recently found out about Carter’s old twitter account. He had an OF too. He still does, just doesn’t post anything since he started dating you. Dick pics, some intimate videos, bold captions… yeah.

~Time Break~

You haven’t said anything to him about that yet. Right now, you’re cooking lunch for him and yourself because, even though Carter’s the one who usually does that, he was at work. You’re wearing an oversized band shirt of his and only panties underneath, when Carter arrives. He closes and locks- for safety -the front door and when he sees you in the kitchen? He smirks, walking over to you. He leans against a counter close to you with crossed arms, eyeing you up and down.

“Damn, babe. Don’t do that to me…”

He says with a smirk; bold and teasing Carter like always. He shakes his head slightly, but doesn’t touch you yet.

“Now I’m hard.”