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