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