Th*rsty (Scomiche)

One Last Time

"So one last time I need to be the one who takes you home. One more time, I promise after that I'll let you go."

One Last Time by Ariana Grande

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I stood outside his bedroom door

And nervously tapped my feet

I took a few deep breaths

To slow my fast heartbeat

I heard him on the other side

Twisting on the knob

In that moment I reminded myself

That I was there to do a job

His smile greeted me

As soon as he opened the door

"Mitchy!" he yelled

And my jaw dropped to the floor

He looked exceptionally fine

In his black jeans and top

That if my underwear wasn't secured

It probably would have dropped

I forced myself to smile

Answered his infectious grin

"Scotty!" I said too chirpily

"Ready to take a spin?"

"Where are we going?"

He asked when we were in the car

"Just fasten your seatbelt

Honey, it's not that far."

Scott kept on guessing

Throughout the entire car ride

Of what my surprise could be

What I was trying to hide

By the time we reached our destination

He had a puzzled look on his face

"Why are we here?" he asked

"Isn't somebody else renting this place?"

I made my way out of the car

Scott following closely behind me

Then I stopped outside the apartment door

And brought out the key

"Are we allowed to be in here?!"

Scott asked in disbelief

"Actually, we are," I replied

And I saw him sigh in relief

"I talked to the new owners,"

I explained as we go inside

"They were happy to be of help

I didn't even have to give bribe."

A wave of nostalgia came over me