[It's not often that people smile at Carter that way. Makes him smile back a little. He is damn drunk.]
[Then those words sink in.] Jesus. I...
[I want you. Christ, those are words that kick you in the gut and go straight to your head. A hell of a thing to hear from any young, good-looking blond. Straightforward, to his face, right out in the open, orange eyes locked on him. For a second that shows on his face, anything like a thought is swept out of Carter's head.]
[Then the old self-preservation kicks in.]
[Blake's no fancy valedictorian, but he has enough low kind of smarts to keep his head above water all these years. If he's even gonna consider this (he can't be fucking considering this), he has to check for mines and tripwires every step of the way. A whole lot of things don't add up. The means and opportunity are right there, but there's one missing piece.]
Hold on a minute. There's one thing I don't get. [The corner of his mouth quirks, and he amends that.] Okay, there's a lot of things I don't get, but the most important one is, where did this come from all of a sudden? You keep dogging me, you give me shit, you throw puppets at me in jail, and now you wanna...?
[He trails off. He can't quite get himself to say it.]
All I'm saying is it's a hell of a way to get back at me for hitting you.
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[Then those words sink in.] Jesus. I...
[I want you. Christ, those are words that kick you in the gut and go straight to your head. A hell of a thing to hear from any young, good-looking blond. Straightforward, to his face, right out in the open, orange eyes locked on him. For a second that shows on his face, anything like a thought is swept out of Carter's head.]
[Then the old self-preservation kicks in.]
[Blake's no fancy valedictorian, but he has enough low kind of smarts to keep his head above water all these years. If he's even gonna consider this (he can't be fucking considering this), he has to check for mines and tripwires every step of the way. A whole lot of things don't add up. The means and opportunity are right there, but there's one missing piece.]
Hold on a minute. There's one thing I don't get. [The corner of his mouth quirks, and he amends that.] Okay, there's a lot of things I don't get, but the most important one is, where did this come from all of a sudden? You keep dogging me, you give me shit, you throw puppets at me in jail, and now you wanna...?
[He trails off. He can't quite get himself to say it.]
All I'm saying is it's a hell of a way to get back at me for hitting you.