Carl wouldn’t call himself clingy but you, you definitely would.

You’ve been dating for almost a year now and Carl can’t seem to go a second without his hands on you.

You were laid on his bed with your book in your hand as Carl read his comic.

He put his comic down on the small table and moved your book before laying his head in the crook of your neck.

His hand wrapped around your waist and pulled you impossibly closer.