Dead of Night - Pete Davidson

The wind kissed the palm of my hand as the city lights blinked at me. Clouds weeped and yet smiles grew on our faces.

His thumb palmed circles on my bare knee due to the dress riding up my thighs. Tattoos flickered on his skin making my mind go more wild than it ever has been before. A playlist he made for this very moment filtered through our ears and God was it heaven, absolute heaven.

We thought it was just us and the road. But the people wanted more, yearned for more as they sat behind their cameras and phones watching our every move.

The thing that brought us together was also the thing that drove us apart. This love, this world we lived, and the observers to our sick romance.

In the dead of night it was only supposed to be us two, but it never was.