Yes Please || c.g. {complete}

"Like I'm the Only Girl"

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.Carl.

FUCK.

She held the little paper in her hand and looked at me quizzically.

"Baby, I can explain," I said desperately, dropping to my knees so that I was eye level with her.

She kept looking at the paper, and her expression hardened. "Explain what? Who is she, Carl?"

"She's no one!" I cried. "I didn't even know that was her name!"

Layla's eyes got huge. Shit. "Oh, so you didn't even exchange names, huh?"

"What?" I exclaimed. "What are you- no! Really, Layla?"

She slowly sat up and crossed her arms. "Why do you have this?" she whispered. She looked like she was going to cry.

I tried to reach for her but she shrugged me away.

"Is it because I'm hurt and I haven't been able to help you out?" she began to cry. "Because I feel really bad ab-"

"No!" I interjected, rubbing her good leg. "Baby, please, this is not wh-"

"Don't you 'baby' me right now," she sniffed, looking away. "I know it's because I'm not attractive to you right now. I'm always in pajamas and my hair is-"

"Perfect," I cut her off, trying to get her to look at me. "Layla, you are beautiful. I would have to be brain dead to think otherwise."

She just sniffled, not meeting my gaze.

I dropped my head. "Layla, this stupid piece of paper means nothing to me! Some thot at the mall gave it to me. It was such a forgettable incident that-"

"Oh so what, it happens all the time?" she spat. "Can't keep all the thots straight? Poor Carl, so handsome; he just can't help all the girls that come onto him."

I rolled my eyes. "Knock it off!" I reached for her hand and held it. "Layla, I would never cheat on you. You are the best thing that's ever happened to me."

She wiped a tear and still wouldn't look at me, but I swear she was softening.

"I'm sorry I held onto it," I said softly. "I completely forgot it existed, because it meant absolutely nothing to me."

She looked down. At least she wasn't crying anymore.

"We can call 'Cami' right now," I grinned at her, and she smirked a little. "Let's call her while you're moaning my name and squirting all over my hand."

"Carl!" she gasped, finally looking at me with wide eyes. She slapped my hand away and tried to stifle a laugh.

"I told her I was taken," I continued, inching up closer to her face. "Let's let her hear just how much." I stopped when we were nose-to-nose.

.....

.Layla.

I wanted to be mad at him, but my resolve was crumbling. It hurt so much imagining some girl seducing him when I was stuck like this. He was so persuasive though. I mean he's going to remind me of the primal way my body responds to him? Sly, sexy fucker.

His mouth was an inch from mine, and I had to exercise quite a bit of self-control, and try my best not to sound shaky.

"I don't want to call 'Cami,'" I said quietly.

He listened expectantly as I paused.

"But I do want you to fuck me like I'm the only girl who matters to you."