I just picture Carmy being super nervous the first time he sleeps with you. Even after, he’d question whether or not you actually enjoyed yourself.
You can watch him as his chest rises and falls, eyes glued to the ceiling. Sweaty curls framing his stoic face.
“What’s on your mind?” You prop yourself up on your left elbow so you could look him in the eye.
He takes a moment to respond. He knows saying everything wouldn’t be a substantial answer. He also knows that you’re referring to whatever on his mind has him looking like this.
“Be honest,” Carmen prompts, taking a shaky breath, “did you fake it?”
“What?” You couldn’t help your shock, “Carmy are you serious?” The question felt preposterous, he practically had you screaming all night.
“You seemed really into it. Like really into it. I just don’t see how,” he finally met your gaze.
“Well you made me cum three times. Of course I was into it,” you echoed his words, amused by his naivety to his affect on you.
“Ah,” he ran a hand through his hair, “I guess I did.”