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The wetness of her clothes stuck to her skin, as the rain spat at her. Stokeley looked back, grabbing her hand, feeling her damp palm. She grinned lightly, as the two excited the once loud stadium, but now died down.
The concert had ended, and Seven had never felt any more happier. Her ears carried on ringing, as the two walked down the road. Her lipgloss had run dry, as her feet bounced through the little puddles the rain created.
The sky was navy blue, as the moon still sparkled in the sky. Smiling to herself, she watched Stokeley walk in front of her, seeing his blonde dreads through the night's darkness.
Finally, the both of them had made it to the car. Stokeley opened the door for Seven, helping her enter. Her body sunk in, feeling comfort in the sudden warmth of Stokeley's car. Taking off her wet hoodie, she watched Stokeley come inside the car.
She grabbed her arms, as Stokeley started the car, happy yet exhausted, ready to go back home.
They drove through the high street, as the lights in the darkness gave aesthetic pleasure. She watched Stokeley grip the steering wheel, watching the cars zoom past. His side profile was so attracting to her, as her eyes captured his structured features.
His clenched jaw, his brown lips, his chocolate skin. She almost forgot how much she was staring. Her eyes scanned, her eyes lowered. She couldn't help but glance at his pants, the grey material that hid what she was so desperate to see.
And at that moment, she had realised what she was seeking for. Something good, something better. Even if this made or broke her, it was still what she oh so desperatley wanted.
Biting her lip subtly, she crossed her legs tightly, feeling a pump in between. Feeling the fabric of her lace undergarments thin, she recognised the warmth of her dampness stroke her softly.
She breathed out a hasty breath. Stokeley shot his head her direction, stopping at a red light. "You good ma?" He questioned, seeing her obvious quietness.
Seven hummed in surprise, feeling like she almost missed his question. "Oh, I'm fine." Stokeley frowned in doubt. "Really. You seem mad quiet, you sure you good?"
"I'm fine, I promise." She assured, lying right out her teeth. Stokeley hummed in defeat, failing to crack her. Her body loosened up, feeling herself calm down. Whereas Stokeley tensed up, losing his train of thought.
There were so many things running through his mind, things that he'd like to say, things he'd like to express. Being the more bold out of the two, he was more willing to express how he truly felt.
