Please, with a Cherry on top? | 18+

18 | Saint

Saint cruised down the residential road leading to Cerise's family home. She dutifully provided directions on where to turn while reapplying her lipgloss in the visor mirror.

Eventually, he was pulling into the driveway of a beige two-story home surrounded by an immaculate lawn.

Reluctantly removing his hand from her thigh, he shifted the car into park and lingered on the gear shift. Glancing over to the beautiful woman in his passenger seat, Saint gave her a meaning-filled look before removing his seatbelt and exiting the car.

Saint hoped she didn't mind his clinginess. Ever since his lips first met hers, he wanted to be attached to her at all times. He liked feeling her warmth beneath his hands. Her natural scent hijacked all of his senses alone.

But her touch?

He was in Heaven every time she touched him.

Cerise was like an utterly euphoric drug, and with each dose of her essence, he wanted more. He was made an addict constantly seeking and thinking about his next fix.

Plenty of development has occurred between them, and he figured he made it clear how he felt about Cerise. He expected her not to underestimate his words and to instead take them as stated.

Saint articulated his desires and wishes like a vow.

He wanted every inch of her. And if she wanted more all Cerise had to do was say so. At this point, he'd accept with zero hesitation. She could claim Saint as hers if she so chooses. Hell, she could even do that now.

Maybe there will be more developments in a few days.

Or maybe he'd make her uncomfortable, and cause her to pull the cord on whatever was brewing between them before it could expand any further.

As for now, Saint considered himself very much cuffed. Even if she didn't consider herself the same.

Whipped as fuck.

While he rounded the front of the car he shrugged on a black lightweight jacket since it was a bit chilly out. He had considered what he would wear as he was sure her family would at least get a glimpse of him that day.

But he didn't spend too long thinking about it before he said fuck it.

Though he wanted to make a good first impression on her family, he didn't want to present himself in a manner that was not like himself at all.

Dressed in the typical all-black aside from his dark denim jeans, he was adjusting the jacket collar when the passenger door flew open and Cerise hopped out and ran towards him despite the heels on her boots.

His first instinct was to scan his surroundings as she rapidly approached him, looking for some reason to explain why she was closing the distance between them so fast yet saying nothing.

Saint froze in his tracks as Cerise suddenly collided with his body while having not slowed her speed in the slightest. She had wrapped her arms around his torso, her palms sliding up his back as she pulled him into a hug.

His heart gave a single loud beat as she pressed her cheek to the center of his chest.

"Cherry?"

"I've been wanting to give you a hug ever since, y'know..." she mumbled into his shoulder, "I meant what I said earlier. I'm so happy you're here."

He finally embraced her, his arms falling around her shoulders and returning the healing hug.

Saint pulled her soft frame close. His body molding and bending at her will like clay. Arms tightening around her as tight as possible without causing her to lose breath, he squeezed as he didn't know what else to do with the overwhelming pressure in his chest. As she returned the same energy, he smiled when hearing her take a few long inhales and then sigh.