KARLAS POV
"Good lord Jay! Are you seriously going out like that?" I said while pulling on my black heels.
He looked down at himself and looked back up at me.
"What?"
I raised my eyebrows at him, and he did the same to me. I sighed and dragged him across the living room where we had a full length mirror.
"oh." He muttered.
I giggled and dragged him back into our room and pushed him on the bed. He started to grab my waist but I smacked his hand and pointed at his nose. "Stay."
He stuck his tongue out at me so I flipped him off and spinned on my heel to find something remotely acceptable for him to wear. I heard him low whistle behind me and rolled my eyes.
"Just so you know I rolled my eyes!" I sing-sang.
"Oh trust me babe, I know." He let out a low chuckle and I felt my stomach drop.
Tossing out a black tee-shirt and a plaid button up, I motioned for him to put it on. He sighed, but got up and headed to the bathroom.
Once he got out, I pursed my lips and shook my head no. I started to walk back to the closet, but he grabbed my waist. I attempted to wiggle out, but his grip was tight and he refused to let go. He leaned over me andhuskily whispered into my ear, "How about we stay in for the night?"
Before I could answer, he fell onto the bed and started kissing my neck, his tongue swirling around my sensitive spot.
"Fuck." I moaned, and desperately stripped him of his button-up.
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