Layla The Rejected
She asked bitterly, with her hands on the wardrobe handles without opening it.
"What do you mean? I can decide to," I answered, before turning to leave the room.
"Meet me downstairs," I yelled, trotting down the staircase. "I'm still going to see you naked," I whispered again, but not with the intention of being heard.
After few minutes of waiting downstairs at the same time taking a cup of juice, Layla appeared in a yellow tank top, blue jean and black leather boots.
"What a nice dress sense you have," I teased.
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