What Did You Think About My Car?

Bethany's POV

I watched as my Meemaw looked from Carson to me and then back to me. I know the revelation was too much for her to take and not to talk about what she caught us doing inside the living room.

God, what have I done? Can't I have led Carson to my room? Why does it have to be in the living room? I started blaming myself but Meemaw's voice broke into my self-blame game.

"Can I have a glass of water, please, I suddenly felt parched?" Meemaw asked and I nodded my head rushing to the kitchen to get her a glass of water that she could help herself to.

I returned to the living room with the glass of water and I saw Carson and Meemaw already seated on the couch and I knew the interrogating procedure was going to begin and I ripped my saliva in fear knowing I was about to get roasted.

"So, he is the mate…the one you hated to the gut," Meemaw says and I give her a look to please stop and not start with that. But she did not look like she was buying it.

"But you did not look like you so hated him with what I saw when I walked in," Meemaw says and I buried my face in shame remembering how I was moaning in ecstasy earlier.

"So young man, what are your plans for my daughter, or are there no plans?" Meemaw asked and I saw Carson felt uncomfortable. Of course, anyone would feel uncomfortable. It's not like he was expecting to bump into my Meemaw that night now.

"I am….I think.." Carson was saying but I cut him off. "We are taking it slow," I say and Meemaw creases her eyebrow at me.

"Slow? But I am sure if I walked in later, the cubs would be running around this place soon," she says and I blushed in embarrassment.

God, why is Meemaw doing this to me?

"Have you told your parents?" Meemaw asked and I also got interested in that as I looked at him in anticipation. "Not yet ma'am," he said and I felt weird. Why is that?

"That's alright and I must applaud you for having such distinct features," Meemaw says complimenting Carson and that is how the two started bonding, leaving me to the side.

After spending some time with Meemaw Carson finally excused himself to go home and I saw Meemaw smiling at him brightly.

God, why does it look like the man always has a way to charm himself into everyone's heart? I thought as I walked him out of the door.

"Your Meemaw is nice," Carson says out of the blue, maybe trying to get me talking since I have been quiet. "Yeah," I said slowly, not saying anything more and Carson turned me around to face him immediately. "Are you perhaps angry with me?" He asked and I shook my head at him. "Did I do something wrong in there?" He asked and I sighed knowing I should just talk it out with him.

"You have not told your parents about me?" I asked slowly not knowing why I felt hurt about it.

"You also did not tell you about me, are we not even like that?" Carson says and I scoffed listening to what he was saying. So, this is what I amounted to.

I know if I decided to argue with him about what just happened I would seem petty, probably a nag so I decided to tone it down. No matter what it is I must not let it get to me. Maybe we both just have not found the perfect time to tell them.

"Good night," we both chorused solemnly as we turned around but in the next minutes we turned around kidding the hell out of each other and it was like we were competing to see who could kiss the best.

It was already evident that we could not get enough of each other and even though we still had grievances to settle with could not get our hands off each other, it seems that's the bond.

Carson broke the kiss and we were both panting heavily trying to catch our breath after the kiss. I noticed Carson's dark gaze and I knew he wanted me…maybe more than how I wanted him.

"What did you think about my car?" Carson asked and I thought he was just asking about it to know my taste. "It's okay…..," I was saying but I trailed off when the meaning of his words hit me.

What? He was asking me if he could take me in his car. Is he crazy?

"What are you saying? Are you crazy?" I yelled, slapping his arms and I saw him chuckle. "Are you mad? But I bet you were considering it," he says winking at me. I blushed.

Of course, the offer was tempting, especially with the way we stopped halfway earlier but I do not want our first time to be in a car. In fact, the other time on the couch was all thanks to our hormones.

"Don't be too hasty, Mr. Grey, because I am all yours and I am going nowhere," I said and I saw him agree with me.

"Of course, I know you are mine but why do your words seem to change fast because a few days ago you were refusing even the sight of me," he says, wrapping his arms around my waist and I blushed remembering my acts back then.

"Yeah, but that was until I met you…until I know the sweet you," I say pecking his lips. "Good night, Carson," I say trying to get out of his grip but his grip tightened around me. "And this is our you say a proper goodbye," Carson says locking his lips with mine and we got lost kissing ourselves as we basked in the moonlight making the moon also share our blessings…