You opened the door to your apartment complex, struggling to drag your suitcase outta the doorway with your cat in one arm. When a large tan hand wrapped around yours, grabbing the handle of the suitcase, yanking the wheel from where it was stuck.
It's those same emerald eyes meeting yours when you looked up. Those same dimples forming sinkholes into his cheeks from his smiles. Loose chocolate strands of hair falling on your forehead when he leaned into kiss you.
But it doesn't stop, the kiss deepened and deepened till your hands were wrapped around his soft face, gently pulling him in for more. That scent of Vanilla & Sage washed over you making it impossible to separate. You missed him. He missed you.
He reluctantly pulled away, shiny half hooded eyes dropped down to bikini top, pushing up your breast just right, before they floated up to your honey brown eyes glistening in the sun that your crochet bucket hat didn't cover.
He pulled his bottom lip into his mouth as he thought about taking you upstairs for a sec and bending you over that couch of yours but there would be time for that later.
He told himself he'd lay low. Said he'd stay away for a few days till everything died down. But he couldn't. He wondered if that made him selfish, it felt like it to him.
So instead of risking leading them to your place, he thought he'd invite you to stay with him for a few days. And he'd never know the squeal of excitement you made when you got that text a little while ago:
New Text Message Eren
pack a bag, you're coming to stay at my place for a few days.
okay, cool.
"I missed you." He said softly, planting another kiss on your lips immediately after.
A goofy grin spread across your face, you were in fact mesmerized by this man and your smile was contagious. He sported a similar grin before kissing your cat on her head and taking your bag away to his car.
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"Awww shit, this look like the car from Scarface!" You ran up to the sparkly vehicle, leaning over it to look inside.
"Because it is the car from Scarface." He took a glance at the thick ass bent over in front of him, the peak of your thong bikini poking out of those unbuttoned denim shorts, maybe he should've went upstairs... but he told Sasha he wouldn't do that to you, not before your birthday at least. He shook the thoughts away as he rounded the car and opened the trunk.
