Chapter 32 Thirty-two
- CARTER
- The bucket of ice cream tumbles out of her hand, landing with a thud somewhere on my floorboard. There’s ice-cream splattered on the floor of my precious car but I can not be bothered to give a fuck right now. The only way I’m leaving Rory is if we’re surgically separated. Period.
- A groan rumbles up my throat when she exhales, her body going soft as she kisses me back.