his left hand held the black leather of the stirring wheel. the soft hum of the engine was the only sound while the purple sky served as a distraction. for him at least. i was too busy sneaking glances at him from time to time. he continued to notice and smile like a idiot as i laughed, poking his cheek. his right hand then grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers together. our hands melted together like wax, both as soft as silk. i admired the veins that flowed down his arm and on his backhand. i traced over them with my free hand making him chuckle. he brought my hand to his face and took a whiff, saying it smelt like vanilla. he kept taking breaths in from my back hand, casually planting his soft lips after.
"It's like I'm recharging with your scent and your touch. you give me energy."
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Needs. - imagines book
Teen FictionJust a bunch of scenarios for us lonely ones or others that crave this certain attention in the nearby future or in current times. Enjoy.
