Her

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Ilisa's POV
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"We should go, before people start to worry." I said. I can't belive I just told him that. He probably thinks I'm a complete slut now.

"Neither of us have any chores today, we can rest." He leaned down and kissed me once again. It was better than last time.

He pushed himself on top of me, holding himself up by his elbow. He kissed me again, this time for multiple minuets only pausing to breath. He allowed his hand to linger at my stomach, letting his fingers creep up my shirt. I gave him a nob of approval and her slipped the shirt off.

I layed there, in my black bra, permitting his tounge to linger behind my teeth. He ran his hand slowly up and down my bare skin. It gave me goose bumbs.

I felt something on my upper thy and realized he was letting his hand make its way to my zipper. My hands wrapped around his neck and I pulled myself to his ear.

"Not that much." I whispered and used one hand to move him back in bounds. He moved his hands to my hair and started to awkwardly pat it. What the hell?

"Try pulling it." I clued. He did, lightly. He let his mouth trail down into the crick of my neck and down to my chest.

I moaned lightly in hopes I could boost his confidence.

"This is amazing." Carl said, heavy breathed. I snapped out of my haze and realized, I didn't need this. I couldn't do this.

"Carl."

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Carl's POV
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"I'm sorry, I can't do this." She said. She looked upset.

"Its ok." I rolled off of her and layed at her side.

"Its just, we arnt even dating. We can't do this." She seemed genuinely sorry.

"I would gladly like to make you my girlfriend." I said, some what rudely.

"Just shut up about it." She retorted.

"Hey, don't get mad at me, I'm not the one who randomly keeps leading you on and sticking my tounge down your throat only to reject you."

"Sorry, I'm fucked up ok." She defended. She ran her hands through her thick hair. "I'm really sorry."

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