“I’m freezing,” toi mutter, teeth chattering.
Soda looks at toi from the driver’s seat, watching toi shiver. He grabs your hand.
“We’ll be accueil 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 rue lights were black out from the flurries of heavy snow.
All of a sudden, Soda jerked the car onto the suivant exit.
“Soda, this isn’t the right exit.”
“Y/N, there is no way we can drive accueil safely in this weather. We’re just gonna have to wait it out and let the plows come through.”
toi 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?” toi 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.
toi unbuckle your seatbelt, and déplacer over to straddle Soda. His hands grab your hips, and pulls toi close. Lips crash. Before toi know it, your ski veste is off, his hands up under your shirt. toi start to unzip his jacket, sliding it off.
He lets go of toi for a seconde to pull his navy muscle chemise off. toi start s’embrasser again, your hands running through his hair, while he works on unclasping your bra.
toi lean back to pull off your chemise and bra, then toss them in the back.
Soda smiles, his sweet, innocent smile, looking toi up and down, then finally biting his lip as he reaches for your skirt, slowly tugging it off. toi slip your boots and socks off. His shoes were already off.
toi were in your underwear, shivering. toi lean your forehead against his.
“I’m so cold.” toi whisper.
“It’s going to get warm, don’t worry.” He grins.
“Soda, this isn’t the right exit.
Soda looks at toi from the driver’s seat, watching toi shiver. He grabs your hand.
“We’ll be accueil 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 rue lights were black out from the flurries of heavy snow.
All of a sudden, Soda jerked the car onto the suivant exit.
“Soda, this isn’t the right exit.”
“Y/N, there is no way we can drive accueil safely in this weather. We’re just gonna have to wait it out and let the plows come through.”
toi 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?” toi 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.
toi unbuckle your seatbelt, and déplacer over to straddle Soda. His hands grab your hips, and pulls toi close. Lips crash. Before toi know it, your ski veste is off, his hands up under your shirt. toi start to unzip his jacket, sliding it off.
He lets go of toi for a seconde to pull his navy muscle chemise off. toi start s’embrasser again, your hands running through his hair, while he works on unclasping your bra.
toi lean back to pull off your chemise and bra, then toss them in the back.
Soda smiles, his sweet, innocent smile, looking toi up and down, then finally biting his lip as he reaches for your skirt, slowly tugging it off. toi slip your boots and socks off. His shoes were already off.
toi were in your underwear, shivering. toi lean your forehead against his.
“I’m so cold.” toi whisper.
“It’s going to get warm, don’t worry.” He grins.
“Soda, this isn’t the right exit.