Yes Please || c.g. {complete}

Edgewater

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.Layla.

We sat in the corner of the train car on the way back. Carl had me sit so that he was blocking me from anyone else, and he wrapped his arms around me like a handsome, muscular shell.

"This is complete bullshit," he finally said, his head resting on mine. "Just because a girl is beautiful and by herself, guys take that as an open invitation?"

I was so relieved he wasn't lecturing me about going somewhere by myself- that he saw how frustrating this was for me. I put my hand on his thigh and squeezed it, turning my face slightly to kiss his hand.

Cermak was next, but Carl made no move to get up.

I turned to look at him. "Babe, it's our stop."

"I know," he said with a small smile. "Let's ride this thing up to your hood."

I smiled. "All the way to Edgewater?"

He nodded, looking up at the Red Line map above the sliding doors. "That can't be all the way up, right?"

"Bryn Mawr," I laughed. "And why the sudden interest in my hood?"

"Because my beautiful Angelina Jolie fish has had a rough day in the scummy Southside fish tank," he smirked, squeezing my shoulders.

I laughed, but stared at him in awe, because he was the absolute best. I snuggled into his chest and settled in for the long haul up to Edgewater.

.....

.Carl.

I felt so bad for what she had repeatedly dealt with on my side of town, and the only way I could think to help right now was to take her up to hers. It was time I saw it, anyway.

We got off at Bryn Mawr and walked down to the street. As I looked around I could already see free-trade coffee shops and guys with man buns and capris. We were on the Northside, alright.

She took my hand and led me a few blocks east toward the lake. When we stopped at Sheridan to wait to cross, a huge, pink building loomed ahead. It looked old and fancy and expensive.

"Sweet fucking building," I yelled to her over the traffic.

She looked at me and smiled. "Wait until you see the inside!"

No fucking way. "Is this where you grew up?" I asked incredulously as I gestured at the building.

She just grinned and pulled me across the street as the traffic on Sheridan stopped.

She led me into the lobby, which had super high ceilings and real, carved wood on the walls. There was an ornate crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling and a plush, fancy carpet beneath our feet. I felt like Jack Dawson when Rose brought him to dinner in first class. My mouth hung open as I gazed around the room.

"Welcome to the Pink Palace," she said, holding out her arms as if presenting it.

I half laughed. "Very fitting name."

"Come on, I'll show you the pool," Layla whispered, pulling me along. She waved to one of the people at the front desk, who smiled and waved his recognition.

"A pool?" I asked, following her to a big, bright room that looked like it was straight out of The Great Gatsby. There were intricate wood carvings framing fancy tiles on the walls. The pool was large and perfectly blue, and gold ladders rose up out of it. Plants and padded chairs were scattered around it.

"What do you think?" she asked, and I felt her looking at me.

I was mystified. "Holy shit," was all I said in reply.

"This place is almost a hundred years old. There used to be a hotel attached, and some of the coolest fucking people stayed here," she told me. "Marilyn Monroe, Frank Sinatra, Judy Garland, Charlie Chaplin..."

"And this is where you live?" I asked, my eyes still wide.

She grinned. "No, I live with my boyfriend on the Southside," she purred as she wrapped her arms around my waist. "I used to live here."

"You realize that is basically a reverse fairytale, right?" I asked her as we both began to laugh.

She took me up to her parents' floor and over to their door. She reached in her pocket for her keys.

"They'll both be at work," she explained as she unlocked the door and let herself in.

The condo was amazing. Beautiful wood floors, clean white walls, and huge windows that filled the space with light. Of course, their place was lakefront. It must've cost a fortune.

I walked slowly over to the windows to peer out at the lake. The view was incredible. I couldn't imagine what it was like to wake up to this view everyday.

Layla came up behind me and wrapped her arms around me. "Want to see my bedroom?" she asked in an innocent voice that we both knew was anything but.

"Fuck yes, I do," I smirked as she led me down the hall.

.....

.Layla.

I pulled Carl into my childhood bedroom and kicked the door closed as I grinned at him. He smiled and raised an eyebrow at me as he began to walk around, studying my photos and awards and embarrassing knickknacks.

"What the hell is field hockey?" he asked, looking at a team photo of mine from high school.

I smirked. "It's like lacrosse."

He still looked confused.

I rolled my eyes. "It's a 'boujee, Northside' sport," I clarified for him using his own words.

He nodded with a smile. "You look fucking hot in that skirt." He looked between me and the photo of me. "Jailbait," he grinned, licking his lips.

"Oh shut up!" I laughed, playful shoving him. "You're the jailbait, here, Gallagher."

He continued to marvel at my awards and look at photos of me, making sexy comments that were making me squirm.

He finally glanced back at me, and in an instant we began kissing and pawing at each other feverishly, each of us removing our clothes and tossing them around the room. I backed us toward my bed, pulling him down on top of me.

We began kissing and licking and sucking each other's necks and shoulders and chests as he dry-humped me from above. It felt so forbidden to be doing this in my old bedroom, filled with souvenirs of my youth and innocence. It was long fucking gone now, I grinned, biting into his shoulder and clawing at his back.

"Fuck," he gasped as my nails raked down over his muscles.

He finished pulling my shorts and underwear off and dove between my legs, making me cry out and writhe against his face. The pleasure was intense as his tongue did things no one else's could.

As I panted and mewled, I swore I heard a door close. I froze, stilling his head with my hand. He stopped and looked up at me from between my legs, his chin wet as he panted.

My eyes were wide as I listened.

"Layla?" came my mom's voice.

Shit.

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