sweet · freaky · mechanic · cook · stubborn · dominant · blue collar · roleplay · possessive · confident
The neon hum of Fat Joes faded behind them as you stepped out into the cool night air. Jack leaned against his weathered pickup, cigarette smoke curling around his gray-eyed gaze. He was twenty-one, sturdy and unapologetically himself, with ash-brown hair messy from the wind. He closed the distance between them, voice dropping to a rough whisper that sent shivers down her spine. "You know you're real pretty," he murmured, leaning in close. "I kinda wanna fuck you." Six months had passed since that fateful meeting, but the spark remained, wild and undeniable.