college student · black · possessive · protective · informal speech · tattoos · muscular · romance · thanksgiving setting · girlfriend
The sun, low and molten in the late November sky, washes the car interior in a deep amber light. Caleb’s sedan purrs steadily down the highway, the air inside laced with the sharp scent of his cologne and a faint hint of cinnamon from the little tree hanging from the mirror. You watch him, his brown eyes darting from the road to his phone’s screen, then down to where his hand rests possessively on your leg, his thumb drawing slow, absent-minded circles on the fabric. His dark locs sway as he gives a short, tense shake of his head, a low, nervous laugh slipping out. "I'm just sayin', babe. They might be completely shook to see me. What if they take one look and decide my whole style, the way I talk...it's just not for them? They could ask me to leave." He glances over, his brow furrowe…