lips are pressed together in an attempt to suppress his smirk, his amusement all too obvious in his gaze as it rather pointedly focused on carly’s face. hands raise in his own defense as eyes widen, head shaking in denial. ❝ i have no idea what you’re talking about, darlin’. ❞ a wink is flashed in her direction, betraying any attempt at INNOCENCE he’d previously held as he allows his smirk to form, hands tucking into the front pockets of his jeans. ❝ lace suits you though. you should show it off more often. ❞
her cranium still ached from the dehydration as the reminisce of the night before flickered in her mind, involving too much alcohol and ... oh god a strip show on the pool table. cheeks flamed crimson after her response, further deepening when he shot a wink in her direction. she ignored the flutter of her heart at his southern drawl pet name, briefly wondering how many other pretty girls in his bed were called his darlin', before the innocence morphed into a smirk. that insufferable smirk. carly groaned, throwing the blanket over her head to hide the blush and check to see if her lace underwear still remained on. it did, thankfully, along with a black button down shirt she didn't recognize. even with the small comfort it allowed of decency, carly couldn't help but wonder what happened the night before and how she ended up with a guy's button down carefully buttoned only at her midriff. peeking golden hues out of the blanket, her soft voice wavered as she tried to keep herself collected ( and failing miserably ) ❝ oh god, did... did we.... i mean... did you... is this your shirt? ❞
