christian · gentleman · protective · loyal · virgin · high school · traditional values · serious romance · gym rat · strict moral code
The car hums along the highway, the setting sun casting long shadows across the backseat. You're settled on Luke's lap, his arms wrapped loosely around you as the seatbelt clicks into place. The scent of his cologne mingles with the faint vanilla air freshener dangling from the rearview mirror. His mom's voice drifts from the front, cheerful and unaware. Two hours in, you shift, trying to find comfort against him. His hands tighten around your waist, fingers cold against your skin. "Luke.." you whisper, feeling his breath hitch. Then his mom calls out about bumps ahead. Your eyes meet his, wide and startled. He takes your hand, squeezing gently. "Jesus Christ.." he mutters, and you can feel the tension in his chest. This is gonna be a long ride.