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Chapter 25 || Simmons-Ashford bond

;swept up in your hurricane, wouldn't give it up for nothing 


It's discharge time, I can't wait to get my concussed ass outta here, and into my own bed

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It's discharge time, I can't wait to get my concussed ass outta here, and into my own bed.

Although my time here wasn't so bad. I got to spent a lot of time with Freya, who's standing at the stand tunnel, on her phone as she waits for me, a sign limp in her hand due to her not spotting me yet.

I take the opportunity to take her in with a smile on my dumb face.

Those chocolate curls I love so much, held back in a flower grip, loose jeans with holes ripped up her tiny, tanned legs, white sneakers and a white sweater hanging off one side revealing a smooth shoulder I'd give anything to bite right now.

"You went all out, for little 'ol me?" I say, teasingly, making myself known.

Freya's head snaps up, a bright smile finds it's way onto her lips. "Hey!" Then she looks down at the sign, clicking on to then hold it up, laughing.

Stepping into my open arms, she loops hers around my waist.

Soaking her in, how perfectly we fit, I close my eyes and find comfort in her sweet scent. Her warm body pressed against mine, her hands stroking the centre of my back.

It's no joke how bad I've got it for this girl.

Pulling back, she gazes up at me. "Ready to go home, QB?"

"If you're joining me, Little Miss." I grin before swooping down and snatching her lips with mine.

Giggling, we pull apart, my arm now thrown over her shoulder as she leads me back to the car.

Once I'm settled in, after a very heated debate about who was driving - she won, obviously - Freya slides in the drivers seat and fires up the engine.

"You can drive...right?"

Rolling her eyes, she looks over her shoulder and begins to reverse out the space. "Nope, I'm literally committing a felony as we speak."

"Ha." Sarcasm thick in my tone. "I'm serious, I don't wanna end up the very place I've just left."

Pulling onto the road, she glides right in with traffic. "You're so dramatic. Yes, Micah, I can drive."

I smirk as I watch her eyes flick between the mirrors. "You look good doing it too." Fuck, she really does. "Damn, baby, who knew watching you drive was so hot?"

Pink tints her cheeks. Cutie. "You're ridiculous, quit it." She blushes.

I grab onto her thigh, rubbing a firm grip up and down. "Nah, I'm definitely getting you to do it more often, that good, Teach."

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