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