“I don’t like the way he looked at you.” He says as he puts his wallet in the nightstand.
আপনি had gone out to bar, just to have a good time on a Friday night. আপনি saw an old friend from your hometown and got to talking. আপনি 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. আপনি were wearing a tight black mini dress and heels.
“I don’t look that-“
“Yes আপনি do. আপনি look beautiful… And I know it’s wrong but fucking sexy.” He says, looking আপনি dead in the eye.
“Well, it’s not my fault what he thinks.”
“I just hope your smart enough not to fool around অথবা anything.” He shoots back at you.
আপনি chew আপনি on your lip, not knowing what to say.
He walks over to আপনি from across the bedroom.
“You’re jealous.” আপনি finally mutter.
“Yeah, I am. I want to be the only one able to look at আপনি like that.”
Before আপনি know it, your pushed up against the wall, tongues battling it out. আপনি start unbuttoning his shirt, sliding it off. He unzips your dress, pulling it over your head. His strong hands grab your hips, spinning আপনি around, and throws আপনি on the bed.
He bites, his lip, eyes looking আপনি up and down.
“You wanna fuck me?” আপনি tease, raising your eyebrows, smirk on your face
He doesn’t answer, just undoes his বেল্ট and slips off his jeans.
He gets on শীর্ষ of you, hungrily স্নেহ চুম্বন you, reaching under আপনি 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…
Ponyboy’s Perspective
“Dad?”
“Yeah, Scar?” I say, looking away from the football game I was watching. I was holding Ella, she was 4 months old now.
“How did আপনি and Mom meet?” The 12 বছর old asked.
“I bet it was an epic প্রণয় story.” Eight বছর old Rhett says sarcastically.
“Was Mommy pretty when আপনি met her?” Charlie, who was five now, asked.
“The prettiest girl I’d ever seen.” I smiled down at him. “Until Scar and Ella came along. Now I know the three prettiest girls in the world. Anyways, there’s not much to tell. I saw her one day, and I fell in love. I thought she didn’t like me…”
“Nah, I like আপনি a lot.” (Y/N) grinned from the doorway.
Seventeen.
Seventeen bottles of বিয়ার I have drunk in the past 37 minutes.
Seventeen.
I pick up number eighteen, twist the টুপি off, and pour it down my throat. It’s tasteless.
I lean my head back against the দেওয়াল from where I sit on the floor of my basement.
I see a football. Danny’s football. It used to be Danny’s football. Now it’s just some football my son used to hold, used to play with. It probably smelled like him. Part of me wanted to go pick it up, the other part of me didn’t wanted to be reminded of the last time we played football together.
I pick up number nineteen, and out of the corner of my eye see (Y/N)’s old dolls, something we thought we could use for our little girl someday.
But that’s not going to happen.
I know what happened. I saw their mangled, bruised, broken, dead bodies after their accident.
I pick up number twenty.
Oh God how was I going to say this.
The rest of my life depended on this.
She was just perfect. In every way possible. She was beautiful. Kind. Sweet. Funny. Understanding. Just (Y/N).
And I needed to tell her.
Tell her how much I needed her, wanted her, and had to have her. It was a feeling beyond comprehension. It was love.
I needed to tell her I loved her.
So here I am, sitting in the lot, looking at the stars with (Y/N). Doing something I প্রণয় with the one I love.
I look over at her, her eyes gleaming from the light of the fire.
“(Y/N)?” I ask as I grab her hand.
“Yeah?” She turns to face me.
“I-I think…” I start.
“Just say it,” she smiles.
“I প্রণয় you.” I blurt out.
She looks surprised for a second. But then she grins.
“I প্রণয় আপনি too.”
“This was my mom’s,” he mutters. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will আপনি marry me?”
