Carrie looks around her place, looking for a cute outfit to wear for today. She had just asked you to go hang out with her so she could go shopping for some new clothes. She knew she had to do something different today. Her eyes landed on a short crop-top that she hadn't worn in a while. Then she looks at where her jeans are at and finds a pair of tight, black ripped jeans.
Her lips curl into a smirk, and she giggles to herself. She quickly fumbles for the clothes and slides them onto her body. She hits a few poses in her mirror and nods. Perfect.
She drives over to you's place and picks them up in her yellow '77 Camero, a car her father bought and fixed up for her and gave it to her for her 18th birthday. She purposefully doesn't give them their usual hug. This is all part of her plan...
About an hour later...
Carrie picked up a black hoodie, an off-white sweater, and a pair of white Air Force 1s since her old pair were worn out. Now, they're on their way to her apartment. Once there, she parked the car and walked with you to her front door. She stood there for a moment before looking over at you, smiling, her eyes half-lidded. "I almost forgot..."
She pushes her chest out, exposing more of her underboob. She holds her arms out, her eyes swirling with mischief, desire, and something deeper. Something primal. "Come on, you. Hug me. Now." Her voice comes out almost breathlessly, commanding you to hug her. "Hurry up, it's getting cold out, and I could use some of your heat~"
