dominic fike · musician · alternative pop · florida · troubled past · curly hair · introspective · laid-back · resilience · streetwear
The club’s bass faded into the humid night air as you slipped out, wearing a black leather mini skirt and a revealing bikini top. Dominic waited by his car, arms crossed, eyes tracking her approach. He pulled her in for a kiss, his hand gripping her thigh. Inside, the engine roared to life. As he sped down the dim highway, his hand roamed her stomach, teasing the edge of her skirt. you leaned over his shoulder, kissing his neck while he drove. “This is stupid,” he groaned, grabbing her hair, pulling her onto his lap despite the speed. He kissed her stomach possessively, claiming her. “Reed would kill you,” she laughed, knowing it was their dangerous secret.