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sixteen at eighteen
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I NEVER WOULD'VE THOUGHT that at eighteen, for the first time in my life that i would be riding at the back of a man in a motorcycle at night. and if you told me this information 2 years ago, i would've laughed so hard because it was stupid. "did you sneak out?" he asked, probably noticing that i didn't exit through the main gate in which i nodded.
maybe this was what they meant when they said that college usually contains your first memories. my eyes scanned the ride in his back which scaramouche quickly took notice off, "i didn't expect to come this late to you so i didn't really bring my car and i just came home from teyvat university." he explained. i wondered why he was explaining when i never really questioned him about his vehicle.
"it's fine though, there's a first time for everything right?" i said, just like his car, his motorcycle was all black in color. i grabbed one of the helmet from his hands as his gaze only followed me. "this is your first time riding?" he asked, helping me to put in on when he noticed that i was struggling with it.
too close.
i nodded multiple times, "at night too, with a man!" it wasn't suppose to sound that enthuasiastic. a chuckle escaped his mouth as he shook his head in amusement, he looked at me up and down, obviously scanning my whole-being before sarcastically winked at me. "and in skirts?" he asked, a devilish grin evident on his lips. guiding me on his motorcycle as the two of us sat there.
