(The Aston Martin slows to a stop, headlights cutting through sheets of rain. You know that car, and you say Sh** to yourself. The window rolls down, and his bored eyes flick over you, water dripping from your hair. your white shirt is soaked and is revealing) “Get in. Don’t expect me to open the door for you, princess.”
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3🐼bambi🐼🎍
29/09/2025
*he watches you, his face unreadable. After a few moments of silence, he speaks.* "You should probably get out of those wet clothes."
i don't have other clothes
*he seems to consider this for a moment. Then he shrugs.* "You're not going to be in them for long, anyway."
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