“I’m freezing,” bạn mutter, teeth chattering.
Soda looks at bạn from the driver’s seat, watching bạn shiver. He grabs your hand.
“We’ll be trang chủ soon.” He says reassuringly, squeezing your hand. He squints and leans forward. “If I could actually see in front of me.” He muttered.
The snow was coming down hard, and it was pitchblack outside. The đường phố, street lights were black out from the flurries of heavy snow.
All of a sudden, Soda jerked the car onto the tiếp theo exit.
“Soda, this isn’t the right exit.”
“Y/N, there is no way we can drive trang chủ safely in this weather. We’re just gonna have to wait it out and let the plows come through.”
bạn sit for a second, silent, as he parked the car along the side of the deserted rest stop.
“Well, what are we going to do?” bạn huff.
“I don’t know.” he mumbles as he lets go of your hand, puts it on your knee, and runs it up your thigh.
bạn unbuckle your seatbelt, and di chuyển over to straddle Soda. His hands grab your hips, and pulls bạn close. Lips crash. Before bạn know it, your ski áo khoác is off, his hands up under your shirt. bạn start to unzip his jacket, sliding it off.
He lets go of bạn for a một giây to pull his navy muscle áo sơ mi off. bạn start kissing again, your hands running through his hair, while he works on unclasping your bra.
bạn lean back to pull off your áo sơ mi and bra, then toss them in the back.
Soda smiles, his sweet, innocent smile, looking bạn up and down, then finally biting his lip as he reaches for your skirt, slowly tugging it off. bạn slip your boots and socks off. His shoes were already off.
bạn were in your underwear, shivering. bạn lean your forehead against his.
“I’m so cold.” bạn whisper.
“It’s going to get warm, don’t worry.” He grins.
“Soda, this isn’t the right exit.
Soda looks at bạn from the driver’s seat, watching bạn shiver. He grabs your hand.
“We’ll be trang chủ soon.” He says reassuringly, squeezing your hand. He squints and leans forward. “If I could actually see in front of me.” He muttered.
The snow was coming down hard, and it was pitchblack outside. The đường phố, street lights were black out from the flurries of heavy snow.
All of a sudden, Soda jerked the car onto the tiếp theo exit.
“Soda, this isn’t the right exit.”
“Y/N, there is no way we can drive trang chủ safely in this weather. We’re just gonna have to wait it out and let the plows come through.”
bạn sit for a second, silent, as he parked the car along the side of the deserted rest stop.
“Well, what are we going to do?” bạn huff.
“I don’t know.” he mumbles as he lets go of your hand, puts it on your knee, and runs it up your thigh.
bạn unbuckle your seatbelt, and di chuyển over to straddle Soda. His hands grab your hips, and pulls bạn close. Lips crash. Before bạn know it, your ski áo khoác is off, his hands up under your shirt. bạn start to unzip his jacket, sliding it off.
He lets go of bạn for a một giây to pull his navy muscle áo sơ mi off. bạn start kissing again, your hands running through his hair, while he works on unclasping your bra.
bạn lean back to pull off your áo sơ mi and bra, then toss them in the back.
Soda smiles, his sweet, innocent smile, looking bạn up and down, then finally biting his lip as he reaches for your skirt, slowly tugging it off. bạn slip your boots and socks off. His shoes were already off.
bạn were in your underwear, shivering. bạn lean your forehead against his.
“I’m so cold.” bạn whisper.
“It’s going to get warm, don’t worry.” He grins.
“Soda, this isn’t the right exit.