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After our trip to the museum and dinner at Gaucho's, we found ourselves sitting in a private drive-in theatre; though, to reiterate, this was pre-planned. Aiyana mentioned her ideal date during winter would be at a drive-in theatre and I know, my girl isn't hard to please, but I really hope she enjoyed tonight.

With my seat reclined, she curls into my side, our legs stretched out and entangled in front of us. Her head rests against my chest, her left palm positioned just above my heart as her right plays with my hand. My lips find the crown of her head, smiling into her hair when she gasps at something on screen, distracting the both of us.

"Judah, did you see that? How can it end like that?!" She frowns, lips pursing in annoyance as she raises her head to stare at me.

God, she doesn't even know it but she's got me wrapped around her finger; I'm falling so fucking hard and for once, I'm not afraid of the drop. I'd do it all again for her.

I hum in response, chuckling softly at her reaction. I couldn't care less about the fucking movie; I'd been so wrapped up in watching Aiyana. She was so expressive, it was fucking adorable.. "So, Aiyana... how would you rate this date? I'm expecting nothing less than ten."

Halting in position at my question, she turns to scrutinise me. "This is a date?" She sounds almost as surprised as I look.

"I thought couples usually went out on dates?" I say casually, dropping a handful of popcorn kernels into my mouth. "Besides, I remember you telling me your ideal date during winter would be at a drive-in movie theatre... I hope I did it justice."

When I feel the weight against my side lighten, I turn to her in confusion; her lips part, breathing gentle as she stares at me long and hard. Her eyes cloud over in thought, an indecipherable glint in her eyes, until she reels herself back into the real world. "You remembered?" She asks after much thought, tone gentle and voice quiet. "I-I can't believe you remembered; I thought this was merely a coincidence... I wrote that as an off-hand comment in my journal."

She looks so vulnerable right now, hair brushed back and shoulders relaxed; I almost want to punch myself for ever hurting such a pure soul. And I couldn't stress this enough, but Aiyana deserved the fucking world. I don't know how I lived with myself over the past few weeks, but I wasn't proud.

I exhale shakily, reaching out a hand to her, fingertips barely a hair length away from her own. "I told you, didn't I? I read your journal front to back, and I'm glad I did. You're an amazing storyteller, Aiyana. I wish you knew that."

She looks hopeful at my comment and I can't help but smile, thumb brushing over her knuckles. "You think so?" She whispers out, lips tilting up into a nervous smile.

I nod, "I know so. I'd love to be your first reader."

My comment manages to crack an amused scoff from her, shaking her head at me. "Only time will tell, Judah... and thank you for bringing me here," her smile is genuine now, nose scrunching up as she displays her pearly whites. "Today really has been nothing short of perfect. I've enjoyed every minute of this date, and I don't think I need to tell you how much time I love spending with you."

"Well, like I said... it's what couples do."

She's a little too stunned to answer and it isn't until she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear that she returns from her daydream. Readjusting my position, I tug her closer, arm wrapped around her waist until I'm pulling her onto my lap. A quiet gasp slips past her lips at the action and I can't help but hide my smile, ducking my face into the crook of her neck.

Her skin is soft under my touch, nose trailing down the length of her slender neck, lips grazing her clavicles until she jerks back in surprise when my lips meet her breastbone. Eyes wide and brows raised, she blinks down at me in curiosity, head slanting as she takes in my appearance; it's safe to say neither of us is paying attention to the rolling credits playing on the big screen, signalling the end of the movie. In fact, I don't think we budge when we notice the watchers around us begin to drive off... until it's just the two of us.

The illuminating screen directs a soft, angelic glow over Aiyana's face, highlighting the soft, golden flecks around her iris and her thick lashes. She pulls her lower lip into her mouth, contemplating her next words until she chooses to shift closer, ass dangerously close to my crotch.

"Is that your way of asking me to be your girlfriend?" She asks calmly-though the deep blush painting her cheeks suggest anything but-looping her arm around my neck as she repositions herself on my lap, staring down at me with a raised brow. My eyes shut momentarily when the smell of her sweet perfume lingers in the air.

This is it.

If I pussy out now, I'd never get the perfect chance again.

I shrug nonchalantly, tilting my head when her soft touch meets my jugular. "Maybe it is, maybe it isn't... Though I do think it would be easier to introduce you as my girlfriend; it saves asking questions. And I think I like you enough to give you that privilege."

She stiffens, briefly shutting her eyes for a moment to think. I don't rush her, instead choosing to massage her hips-well, as best as I could-with my hands. A satisfied groan rumbles from the back of her throat and at the sound she sits up straighter, snapping her eyes open.

She chooses to play along.

"Yeah... yeah, I think you're right," she murmurs, eyes twinkling in amusement. "I think I'm getting tired of having to explain to my parents that you're not a friend, but you're also not my boyfriend... Boyfriend just seems more reasonable."

I raise an eyebrow. "Reasonable? You almost sound unsure. Do I have to worry about other men, Aiyana?"

Laughter bubbles from her lips, throwing her head back at my response. Her hands snake up my chest, settling at the back of my neck. I feel her forefinger twirl around the back of my hair, smile wide with happiness.

She looks beautiful. I hope she's always this happy.

My heart pounds louder against my chest when she lowers her face, bringing her forehead to mine. "Of course not, Judah. I told you, didn't I?" She questions, repeating my words from not long ago. "You're the only man for me. Nobody else compares or can compare," she answers, her lips teasing my own.

And before I know it, I'm tilting my head up, capturing her mouth on mine. I groan like a dog in fucking heat at the contact, hands almost instantly moving to her tiny waist.. I can feel her smiling into the kiss, relishing the feel of each other and making up for the time we've lost.

Neither of us waste time.

Our tongues meet in a wet kiss, but I want more. I need more. I've been deprived of Aiyana for too long; in fact, I wanted to stay like this forever. My palms move to gently cup her face, tipping her head back so I have more control.

She's smiling into the kiss.

But when she rocks her hips against mine-dress hiking up around her waist and sending me to oblivion-I want to do nothing more than take care of her on the hood of my fucking car. To claim and taint her. Fingers digging into the flesh of her ass, I switch position, bringing her legs to either side of my hips until she settles her ass right on my growing boner.

Aiyana notices, taking the chance to deliberately rub herself against me... and I let her.

A low groan rips through the back of my throat, grip tightening around her waist as Aiyana moans into my mouth, the sound sending a flash of hot white pleasure straight to my dick. "Fuck, Aiyana," I choke out when we briefly pull away. "What are you doing to me?"

Her grip on me tightens, eyes squeezed shut as she latches her lips onto mine once more. She's digging her manicured hand into my neck, but I don't think she notices.

Our kiss becomes more fervent, more urgent. Nothing else-no one else-exists but us. Only us. Neither of us pay attention to our surroundings, welcoming the comfort of my car; I feel the blanket covering the lower half of our bodies become entangled until Aiyana's hands brush my own before reaching to move the thick material away.

I can feel her-every inch of her skin-palms reaching to cover any and every part of her body. I want to feel her against me and on me; I wanted to breathe her in, keep her close and never let go.

Aiyana pulls away to catch a breath of air, chest heaving at the action; my gaze drops to her chest, to the skin on display. And at her sudden display of confidence-she directs my hands against her chest and around her neck-I can't help but swallow thickly. Fingertips gripping the collar of my shirt as she attempts to find some sort of pleasure, I let her use me. I let her do what she wants-after all, I'm hers. She's mine.

Nothing else mattered. Except her.

Aiyana knows exactly what she's doing, and nor does it help that my painful boner isn't doing much to de-escalate the situation; if we continued, Aiyana would be leaving with more than just a pair of sore lips. And perhaps she knows what she's doing, rubbing herself on me as she continues her assault on my neck. A satisfied groan slips through my lips when she allows me to help her roll her hips, moaning against my skin at the contact of my dick meeting her clothed core.

"Judah, fu-fuck," she moans breathlessly, tipping her head back.

We need to stop.

"Yana," I call out to her. She eventually drops her gaze to mine, "We need to stop... I-I don't want to start off our relationship on the wrong foot. We need-we need to take it slow, baby."

I didn't mean to embarrass her, I really didn't, but when I see the way her shoulders sag and the shy look on her face, I almost feel bad. She ducks her face into my chest, mumbling a 'sorry.'

My palm rubs her back in comfort, "Don't apologise. It's not your fault. I just... I want this to be perfect for you. I don't want you hurt, Yana. And I really don't want our first time to be in the back seat of my car," I breathe out, chest heaving for air after our intense make-out session. I expect Aiyana to be frustrated-upset, even-but she simply lifts her head up, a relaxed smile on her lips before she's leaning forward to peck my lips. "What? What's wrong?" I ask.

"Nothing. Everything is- everything is perfect, Judah. I couldn't ask for more. I think I got carried away, so I'm sorry... but I'm really happy you said that," she says, before continuing. "I guess we can put that ceiling mirror of yours to good use."

I groan at her comment, throwing her a glare when she laughs into my chest.

But that's all that mattered.

Aiyana's happiness is all that mattered.

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