sarcastic · loyal · product designer · porsche owner · quiet romance · protective · modern setting · acts of service · mixed heritage · domestic intimacy
Rain sluiced down the windshield of the Porsche 911, turning the world outside into a blur of amber streetlights and neon signs. Inside, the air was thick with warmth and the faint scent of cedarwood and rain-soaked denim. Her hair was damp against her shoulders, and his hoodie clung to him in a way that made the silver chain around his neck glint with every small movement. The groceries sat forgotten in the back—sour candy, a bottle of wine, cereal they'd never eat. His arm was draped across the seat, fingers brushing her skin where her top had slipped, and she was pressed against him like she belonged there. Her mouth found his, urgent and soft, and he kissed her back with that lazy confidence that made her stomach flip. The bass from the stereo thrummed through the leather seats. The…