he hit me, and it felt like a kiss. ˎˊ-
𝒐. in which lilah greene does anything she can to keep toxicity in her life.
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"Nate, can we — " Lilah muttered, the fruity winecooler that was once in her empty solo cup making it's home in her body. It drenched her senses in a blurry filter of dreams and light, a euphoric blanket wrapped around her as she felt the alcohol fizzing in her stomach.
It was all ruined by Nate's uncontrollable need to speed down Main Street.
"Can we slow down?" She mumbled. The couple was pushing 70 miles at least, and Nate knew it. He grabbed the Bud Light bottle from his cup holder, his eyes resting on Delilah's chest that was practically popping out of the powder pink top she was wearing. He didn't give her a reply, his head turning back to the road.
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head in silent annoyance, her pupils following the stars through Nate's windshield. "So." She trailed off, tucking her hands in her lap. "Did you have fun with McKay today?"
"Can we ever just sit in fucking silence, Lilah? For just a second?" Nate asked rhetorically, resting his elbow on the window sill. "I'm fucking exhausted. Coach has been on my ass about the season starting and I'm really not in the mood for the small talk bullshit you do."
Her eyes immediately flickered to her hands as she bowed her head, a nervous smile replacing the warm one that was playing on her lips seconds before. "If it'll make you feel better." She whispered, turning her legs toward the truck door.
He sighed, shaking his head, muttering something incoherent. "Why'd you wear that?" He asked after a beat.
"Wear what?" She replied quietly, pulling her blouse over her bust.
"That shirt." Nate scoffed. "Your tits are literally out for the world to see, like you want another dude all over you."
"Nate, I wouldn't — "
"Bullshit." He interrupted. His fingers gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles turned white. He sighed deeply, slowing the truck as he turned into McKay's driveway. "I have a hoodie in the back. Wear it."
She didn't want it to happen, but Lilah could feel tears pricking the back of her eyes. "Really, Nate. It's fine." She sighed, unlocking the truck door. "I just won't wear it again."
"Delilah, that's not the point. I'm saying this because I love you and I...want to be with you." Nate huffed with difficulty, locking it back. "Your tits are spilling out at my best friend's party. Put the jacket on."
