You can only hear two things, your own panting and your throbbing heart. As they both begin to settle, you can hear the breathing of the man lying next to you, his breathing taking more time to calm down than yours. After all, he'd done most of the work.
He sits up slightly, leaning his back on your headboard.
"That was nice," he says, reaching for your glass of whisky on the nightstand. He'd commented on your drinking when you'd opened the door for him with the glass in your hand, stating something in the lines of "it's not even noon yet", which made it even more irritable that he drank out of the glass you'd poured for yourself.
You don't give him a response, your first instinct being to ask him to leave, and you don't want to be rude. He slowly gulps at the amber liquid while you pull the covers over your naked body.
"You ready for another round?" he asks turning his head, smiling.
"Um…" you start, getting up and wrapping the sheet around you. "Actually I should start getting ready. I have that wedding to go to today, remember? Melissa and Sean."
"Oh, right. I'll get out of your way then." he says, placing the glass back on the nightstand and standing up. You stand on the other side of the bed, trying to look like something on your dresser needs all of your attention, because you don't want to watch him pick up his neatly folded pile of clothes from the floor and put them on. As you hear him zip up his sweater, the first thing he always takes off and the last thing he puts back on, you turn to face him.
He walks over to you and stops right in front of you, his face inches from yours. "Thanks again, doll." he smiles, that smile that first drew you to him, now making you slightly uncomfortable. He places a kiss on your cheek, and you give him a weak smile.
"Hey, something wrong?" he asks, his eyes suddenly slightly worried, his brows furrowed.
"I'm just tired of weddings, is all. I'm good. Thanks." you reply making more of an effort to smile, knowing that you weren't exactly lying, even if it wasn't the main reason for your distant behaviour.
"I know what you mean. Do you want me to come with you? I mean, apart from Melissa I don't really know the people there, but I'll do it if you ask me to," he smiles, with his thumb tracing your jaw line. Your head drops slightly and you chuckle. He can be so sweet. You raise your eyes to his and smile.
"I wouldn't do that to you. Besides, then they'd ask about us and that would open up a whole can of worms."
"True. I'll see you around then," he smiles, pressing his lips softly on your forehead. You don't like it when he does that, you feel that kisses on the forehead are so intimate, but he doesn't know it. You smile and he backs away from you, and through the doorframe of your bedroom you can see him walk all the way to your front door.
"And hey," he calls when he's opened the door, "if you need a little pick-me-up after the wedding, you know where to find me," he says and winks.
"Bye, Carter," you smile, willing him to close the door behind him already.