Tuesday, November 17, 2020
9:19 am
Currently you and your boyfriend Grayson were on your way Chick-Fil-A. When your guys favorite song came on
Drive by; Eric Bellinger
"Can I turn it up please?" you ask Grayson, who was driving his Porsche.
He looked your way, making contact with you. "Of course babe, you know you don't have to ask."
"Yeah, well I know. But I just thought because this is your car that I should ask."
He jokingly rolled his eyes. "Well you don't have to ask cause as long as we're together this is our car."
Grayson gently placed his hand on my thigh. That gave me so much butterflies, it made the blood rush to checks, fast.
I smiled but still not looking at him, just yet. I could tell he noticed that what he had just done made me feel some type of way, because he squeezed my thigh.
'Love the way you do your thing
We could build an empire
Paparazzi on our head. Cover of the Enquirer'
We both sang along to the lyrics
'Said you could tell I miss you girl
You preaching to the choir
You know them b.itches finna hate all you do is inspire'
I begin softly stroking/rubbing his arm
'I can't get you off of my-out of my mind
I'm saying stop playing, girl,
You out of line
Couldn't erase these feelings even if I tried
You stay on my mind'
Then, again he squeezed my thigh again. Making me smile hella hard.
'Thinking about you
Thinking about you
You stay on my mind'
He let go of my thigh and put his elbow on the middle part thingy that separates us.
'In the morning
Late at night
On the job'
We both begin to lean in;
"Baby you stay on my mind" I sang to him, kissing him. Feeling his soft, small lips on mine. I love this feeling.
"I love you y/n."
"I love you to Grayson." I said as I pecked his lips.
authors note: Edited this cause it was ass.
