Nine Lines | lrh ✔️

03

You owned a black car with black tinted windows and black leather seats. I made a joke about all of the black and you just chuckled.

I asked you, "Luke, where are we going?" while slurring my words. You placed your hand on top of mine as the car started out of the parking lot.

"Just trust me, Soph." you said.

I didn't trust you. I'd only just met you. But I kept quiet all the same, because I was stupid, and I was convinced that I really liked you.