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“So, what’s stopping you from taking that advice now?” I took my hands off her. I had a feeling she didn’t want me touching her, especially if she thought I thought I wanted her to fuck off.

“You gave me a new set of actions to judge.” She crossed her arms. “Don’t make me regret giving you a second shot.”

I couldn’t stop the grin on my face. I had a strong feeling she never gave anyone a second shot.

She went to pick up her phone. “I have to check in with Dad and then I’m all yours.”

I liked the sound of that. My phone buzzed next to hers. I saw her frown. Then I heard her sigh.

“What is it?” I asked, my hands going to her hips and pulling her back.

“I think someone is waiting for you.”

I reached around her and picked up my phone. My expression dropped immediately when I saw the picture and text.

“Layla, that isn’t what it looks like it.” I needed to quickly start explaining myself. Of course Carrie would pick this moment to send a naked photo and a message saying she was waiting for me. We had a regular thing on Sunday. But I had forgotten about that as soon as I woke up with Layla this morning.

“Looks like a naked girl waiting for you.” Layla turned around with an understanding smile on her face. “You should go.”

“No.”

Her hand went to the hem of the t-shirt and she pulled it off, handing it to me. She wasn’t mad at me; if anything, she was calm.

“You shouldn’t cancel plans for me.”

“I’m not canceling anything.” I took the top but my eyes were running up and down her body as she stood there in her underwear.

“Tyson, you have a girl who is naked and waiting for you. You should go.” Layla smiled at me again. She wasn’t mad. And I didn’t get it. Any other girl would be cursing, yelling and screaming at me that I was using her. Instead, Layla just had a smile on her face and then it hit me. This wasn’t the first time she had been put in this position.

“So, who was he?” I couldn’t stop myself from snapping at her.

“Who was who?” she frowned. “And what’s with the attitude?”

“The guy whose shit you normally put up with. That makes you think that me leaving you is acceptable.”

Her expression hardened. “I don’t do relationships and I don’t do strings. So I have no problem with you blowing me off to go get laid.”

“Can you hear yourself?!”

“What? You’ve made no promises to me.” Layla picked up her dress from the floor and gave me another polite smile. It frustrated me so much to see it! “I’ll get going.”

“Fucking stop it, Layla!”

“Don’t yell at me!”

“Well, stop being so fucking…” Was there a word to describe what she was being? “Understanding? Just because other men blew you off doesn’t mean I will.”

“Tyson.” She looked at me, annoyed. “You’ve made no promises to me. We were hanging out if you didn’t have plans. You have plans. That girl just reminded you of them. So I’m going to do the mature thing and leave.”

“Carrie can fuck off. I want to spend the day with you! And I’m pissed off with you that you think I’d just blow you off to have sex with some woman!”

She looked me in the eye, her expression guarded. She didn’t say anything. Instead, she kept holding her dress and it was killing me not to take in her body which was on display in her underwear. Instead I kept my eyes locked with hers.

“I don’t want to go anywhere. I’ll cancel Carrie,” I said. What else should I say? I didn’t care about canceling on Carrie. I’d rather spend the day with Layla and get to know her. If she just gave me a little, I could get a lot and then, when I knew her well enough, I’d know how to get around the whole ‘no relationship’ thing.

Then she frowned. “Why would you do that?”

Because you are more important. “I want to spend time with you.”

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