him ☾ john lennon

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John leaned into the chair, "So, how was Stuart's performance?"

Aurora side-eyed John, not quite liking how double sided the question seemed, "What'dya mean by that?"

"You know, was it to yer liking?" He questioned, reaching for his cola, "was what to my liking?"

"The sex, mate!" He latched his hand onto her shoulder, patting it, "Must've been good, since yer so dazed."

Aurora's face turned beet red, her imagination truly corrupting any innocent thought about the simple date.

"Shut up, John." She muttered, embarrassed as she looked through the window to her left.

"Don't tell me you guys didn't do anything." John quizzically looked at Aurora, who was now shifting in her seat, sporting an uncomfortable look. John stayed silent, Aurora watched as he wracked his mind for some kind of answer to his own statement. She practically saw the gears turning in his head.

"Don't tell me yer..." John paused, his eyes scanning the room suspiciously, "a virgin!" He whispered.

"Shut up, John!" Aurora hushed, hands covering her face, she was certain it was as red as an apple.

"Oi, virgin buddy, don't be ashamed!" He sang, slinging an arm around Aurora.

Aurora sighed, defeated, she looked up at John, "Don't tell Stu."

"Wouldn't dream of it, my little Virgin Mary." He evily cackled.

Somehow, I have a feeling this secret isn't that safe.