𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴

𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩

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"Alex," You yawn, clicking off of the 'maps' app and turning to your boyfriend. "I think we're lost."

He shakes his head, eyes still on the road. "We're not, I swear. Just trust me."

You both had decided to go for a late night drive when neither of you could go to bed. Since the usual route you both took was blocked because of construction, it was only natural for you to take a new route. It had started off beautifully, the road leading to the beach but as you got farther away from home - the more you realised that this road led to the middle of nowhere.

"Have you," You bit back another yawn. "Have you been here before?"

He shakes his head again, eyebrows scrunched as he continues on. "Nope - but we're in LA. We'll find a sign soon enough."

You didn't particularly like the fact that you both were lost at 2 am, but there was little you could do about it on the passenger seat. Turning yourself in your seat, you look at your boyfriend - appreciating him in quiet moments like these.

Life is extremely hectic for the both of you. He's juggling streaming and his last year of law school and you're busy usually under a pile of university assignments - despite your tradition of weekly dates, it's hard to spend time together so casually.

It's dark outside but the flashes of moonlight illuminate Alex's face. You take this moment to appreciate the moles on his skin - resisting the urge to lean over the press kisses to them. His long shiny hair is tied up in an awkward bun, beanie thrown on the backseat.

"What're you looking at?" He teases, eyes flickering to you for barely a few seconds.

You grin.

"You."

He lets out a giggle, not doing much to hide his blushing. Something that you've learnt in your few months of dating him is that despite his casually flirtatious nature, the smallest of genuine comments got him flustered.

"You look pretty." You smile, watching his expressions carefully.

He snorts and makes a poor attempt to hide his face. "You're one to talk - who the fuck looks like that at two in the morning."

Although he means to sound overly exasperated, you can see his smile as he reaches over and rests his free hand on your thigh.

You snort, looking out the window - still dark and in the middle of nowhere.

Alex must've noticed you look out the window because he squeezes your thigh reassuringly. "Don't worry - we can't be too lost, if we don't see anything for a while longer I'll turn right around."

"So you admit that you got us lost?"

"Hey!" He pouts. "I didn't get us lost - if anything it's the government's fault, for fixing the road while we were going for a ride."

You laugh - and if the car hadn't been completely empty, you would've completely missed what Alex had added next, voice so soft that it almost got carried away with the night breeze.

Almost.

"Besides, being lost isn't too bad with you here."