#(eww)

I mean… I’m… glad? It’s an honour…?

stupid little drawing(s)

Part One

At least he’s honest.

John’s waiting outside of your workplace, leaned up against his vehicle at the front, giving you a bright smile. He walks forward to pluck your bag off your shoulder, the other hand finding the small of your back to guide you to the passenger seat.

His touch is still hot.

The thought flashes through your mind, causing you to stiffen up. He notices, deciding not to make a comment. Slow and steady wins the race, and he doesn’t need his little rabbit to scamper off again.

He’s gentle as he guides you, opening the door and even reaching forward to buckle you in. Only subtly glancing down at your lips, but he doesn’t even kiss you this time! He is a gentleman, you were just so worked up last reunion, he had to help you calm down.

As he closes the door and walks off to the driver’s side, your heart starts to race wildly. Just open the door, hop out, and tell him you’re not going. Just get out.

He slides into his seat, turning the key as he asks if you’ll turn on some music.

“Whatever you want, lovie. I trust you.”

He expresses how excited he is to visit home. How happy his mother will be to see you. There’s a couple gardens he wants to take you too, that restaurant his mum likes, and he’ll absolutely take you to that bakery he took you to the first time you met his family. Gotta keep tradition. He mentions how he stopped by the house and saw you didn’t pack so he did it for you.

“Don’t worry, I packed that black dress you love. It’s got pockets, yeah?” A dress he got you.

You’re fairly quiet for the ride, watching the city and buildings pass by, starting to dwindle. You start to see a lot more countryside and greenery. There’s a buzz under your skin. You try to focus on your breathing, nails digging into your thighs to keep yourself grounded as you drown out John’s words. You close your eyes, sucking in a breath, holding it, before slowing exhaling.

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