(JFK POV)
I... Am no longer angry...... With Shrek at least. I dial in Shrek's phone number and tell him to come back to the field, and 5 minutes later he sits down next to me.
"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘵? " He asked and I nodded.
"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦? " I shook my head, and he hugged me.
"I want you to stop talking to her. She seems pretty satisfied with what she brought on us. " I demanded and he just nodded while pulling out his phone. After he's pushed a few buttons, he kisses me and I kiss back. He immediately goes to kiss my neck, but then I push his head back and whisper "not here, Shrek" And he nodded, then picked me up bridal style and brought me to our house.
𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩, 𝙗𝙘 𝙄'𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙡
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙙 ;)
