“I don’t like the way he looked at you.” He says as he puts his wallet in the nightstand.
te had gone out to bar, just to have a good time on a Friday night. te saw an old friend from your hometown and got to talking. te didn’t think anything really happened.
“Ponyboy, nothing-”
“You know what he was thinking. I mean, in that dress…” He says, eyes going over you. te were wearing a tight black mini dress and heels.
“I don’t look that-“
“Yes te do. te look beautiful… And I know it’s wrong but fucking sexy.” He says, looking te dead in the eye.
“Well, it’s not my fault what he thinks.”
“I just hope your smart enough not to fool around o anything.” He shoots back at you.
te chew te on your lip, not knowing what to say.
He walks over to te from across the bedroom.
“You’re jealous.” te finally mutter.
“Yeah, I am. I want to be the only one able to look at te like that.”
Before te know it, your pushed up against the wall, tongues battling it out. te start unbuttoning his shirt, sliding it off. He unzips your dress, pulling it over your head. His strong hands grab your hips, spinning te around, and throws te on the bed.
He bites, his lip, eyes looking te up and down.
“You wanna fuck me?” te tease, raising your eyebrows, smirk on your face
He doesn’t answer, just undoes his cintura and slips off his jeans.
He gets on superiore, in alto of you, hungrily baciare you, reaching under te to unclasp your bra, pulling it off, and tossing it across the room.
He leaves a trail of kisses from your neck, all the way down to edge of your panties.
He pulls them down with his teeth, to your knees. He trails his tongue up your thigh…
te started walking towards him, your nerves coming through. “What if he doesn’t remember me?” te thought. But he couldn’t. te used to be best friends.
te walk up behind him, he was talking to that Johnny kid that te sometimes hung out with. He was also with Two-Bit.
“Still trying to grease that hair, hood?” te laugh from behind him.
He whirls around. “(Y/N)?”
te smile at him. He runs toward te a scoops te up into a big orso hug.
“Oh my god I missed you.” He muttered as he set te down, and began stroking your hair. Well that was… Different.
“Missed te too.” te squeezed him.
“Well look at what we’ve got here… Damn te were like, nine the last time we saw you? ciao Ponyboy…She’s really uh ‘grown up’, hasn’t she?” Two-Bit laughs.
“Shut up,” Ponyboy mutters. But he was looking at you.
And te locked eyes.
Ad everything changed.
“Dad, why does Gesù have a scary beard?” My eight anno old Rhett whispers.
“I don’t know…Maybe they couldn’t shave back then.” I whisper back.
“Oh,” he nods. It seemed to make sense to him.
Twelve anno old Scarlett looked over at us, trying to see what all the whispering was about. I waved my hand at her to tell her it wasn’t important.
Charlie had crawled into my lap halfway through the sermon. He was five now, but still my little man. He was half asleep da now.
(Y/N) was at home, on letto rest. Ella o Robert could be born any giorno now. I would be a dad to four. That would be scary. Horrifying.
But I was happy.
