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