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