𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗶 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲

roundabout

He stands in front of his car waiting, staring. He looks almost too peaceful, so peaceful. I wonder if he is actually there. He has his arms crossed, black jeans on and a black shirt, I can see his abs protruding from the tightness of it.

It's different from his regular attire. "Wanna go somewhere?" he asks. His voice is lighter, raspier even. His aura, the way he's acting and looks, it isn't usual.

"I don't know, depends on where that somewhere is." He moves off the bumper and gets inside of his car without another word, I hear the engine rev to a start. I stand there for a few seconds, contemplating if I should go.

What does he want? Where is he planning on taking me? Do I even trust him enough to go anywhere but work with him?

Fuck it. I don't feel like being alone anyway.

Lukas

I don't know where I'm taking her. I just know I need to get away. That's all I can think of right now, all I can feel. I don't even have a clue why I decided to pick her up, I just felt like I needed to. I know I'm gonna have to find a reason soon, she's going to ask. I could just blame it on the fact that she never replied back. It wouldn't be true though.

I just don't want to be alone.

I shake my head, relieving me of the thought. I am not allowed to feel alone, not allowed to feel pain. "Where are we going?" she asks. Her head is turned towards the window. I want to ignore her, but instead I lay my hand on her thigh.

I'm sure that'll get her to shut up. I feel her thighs tense up at the weight of my hand, and it makes me want to laugh. "Somewhere."

Like I knew she was going to, she turns her head towards the window hiding the blush I know is on her cheeks. I don't understand why she hides it from me, she looks so pretty like that, her cheeks flushed with that rosy red color that almost always adorns her face.

I can tell that I'm approaching the place I'm planning on taking her soon. I hope she enjoys it as much as I always did. My thumb rubs the inside of her thigh almost instinctively. Now I'm acutely aware of the tiny skirt she's wearing. I shouldn't think about it too hard though, that only leads too...

I wonder if she knows what she does to me, fucking other women doesn't even feel as good anymore.

But when I'm touching her...when she's against me, breathing hard, flushed, and wet; that is when I receive the most pleasure.

Just by making her feel good.

Bailey

He took me to a park.

The word surprised would be an understatement to describe how I am feeling. I don't know what I was expecting out of him, but I was definitely not expecting this.

The park is old, and sort of abandoned looking, I'm a little afraid to get out. "What are you waiting on?" he asks opening the car door.

"Are you sure this place is safe?" I look out over the landscape. There are two sets of rusty black swings, an old slide that I don't think would begin to hold my weight, and a red and white roundabout. There's a few streetlights brightening up the place, creating an orange-yellow atmospheric glow.