CARLA
I was breathlessly speechless for a moment, just basking in the huskiness of his deep voice and the words he said with it.
It was hard to wrap my head around it. And the more I basked in it, the more beautiful chaos it was igniting in me.
“I want you to be my girlfriend, Carla.” He repeated, giving my hand a soft squeeze. “I don't mean a pretend girlfriend or a short-term s**t. I want you to be my girlfriend. For real.”
Oh, My God. He's serious. His eyes seemed to be hurdled with heavy emotions. Or was I misreading them?
Still, it felt too good. Too damn good to be true. This could be another huge joke. He could just be trying to mess with my head. I shouldn't fall for this. I shouldn't fall for his charms.
I shook my head. “No, Dawson. You don't mean that…”
“Yes. f**
