#i'm so happy that i didn't have to spend Christmas with him after fifteen fucking years

[thesaucemanstrikesback]

Today was the first Christmas without my dad

I asked my mom to rip off the tags on his presents to me, but I could still tell which was his

The curiosity on my mom's face as I opened it and the unrecognized wrapping paper gave it away

And of course, the gifts.

I could tell it was from him because it didn't feel like it was for me. They didn't feel thoughtful, they weren't anything I could have been interested in.

Even if they were, they've been soiled by my father's inability to care.

Every gift from my mother felt like her noticing something I wanted or needed and getting for me.

Every gift from my father felt like him desperately trying to rekindle our "bond" by grasping onto and shopping for a vague memory of me.

But, thanks for the pepperoni sticks, Dada.

I guess you forgot I didn't like them.

[international-kpopfan]

Happy Anniversary - Eric Nam (M)

Summary | Your fifth anniversary with Eric ended up with something more than just a lovely dinner at a restaurant.

Genre | fluff, smut, idol! boyfriend.

Warnings | established relationship, unprotected sex, kind of breeding kink (but not really), a little bit of humor along the way, use of pet names (baby, babe, darling), mentions of the curse word fuck.

Pairing | femxreader x Eric Nam.

WC | around 3k.

Note | Requested by anon.

Note | This is my first smut after coming back on Tumblr, so it's not long and I'm still getting back into writing actual smut. I hope you like it!.

Original request |  can a request a NSFW eric nam x reader fic? something romantic like an anniversary would be nice 🥰 happy that you’re back and I hope you’re well 💖

Masterlist / Request Rules / Upcoming

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Who would have thought that on this day you would be in the car with the man your parents said 15 years ago would be the perfect son-in-law?. Fifteen years ago, as they often say, it was puppy love, both not knowing what you wanted and completely new to the term a committed relationship. Fifteen years ago you started the adventure but it didn't last long. Eric and you then found out that moving on as friends would be better. His career was in the making, you wanted to study at the university of your dreams and honestly, your parents were more devastated than you. Your father grumbled quickly: "Well, that's it, that was our chance". You had to hear that for a few months, but your parents also noticed that the friendship didn't get any worse because of it and on the contrary better. Eric and you got to know each other better, grew more trusting each other, and even planned vacations to spend time together. It was all fun and happiness until Eric decided to move to South Korea, a move you didn't expect but accepted. Because what kind of friend would you be if you stood in the way of a good friend's dreams?. Besides, who are you to stand in the way?. After all, you were just a friend.

Eric's career got a boost and you could not help but follow him and listen to his music. Each song brought back memories of the time when you were in a relationship as two teens in love, and as friends. You missed him. Many paths part at some point in life and Eric knew that better than anyone. It was not easy for him to move to a completely new city, a new environment, and of course new social contacts. It took him a while to message you, admittedly four years, but you were happy to hear from him in beside the usual Christmas greetings and a happy new year, and oh don't forget a happy birthday.

The message was different than usual. Your parents were thrilled the moment you read the letter to them as if they had hoped for this for years. Is it normal for a father to be so happy about a letter from his daughter's ex that he thought was the perfect son-in-law?. Maybe it is, maybe it isn't.

''Go, do I need to help you pack?. What do you need?. You should bring a present for Eric." Your mother kept on rambling, without taking any rest and you were still standing with the letter in your hands in which Eric asked you to come to Seoul for a few weeks, just as vacation and make up for the lost time.

The moment you saw him at the airport it was as if nothing had changed. As if no years had passed. You had already finished your studies, and Eric released several albums and you had to be honest. He looked good. More mature, but always that childish glint in his eyes.

The days you spent with him flew by, hours seemed like seconds, and you weren't the only one who felt that way. Eric didn't expect that after four years, old feelings would start to flare up. It was like the two of you never broke up and to be honest, it felt that way. For both of you.

"What are you thinking about sweetheart?".

His voice takes you out of your thoughts, your head leaning against the car window as the bright lights of the streets of Seoul illuminate your face. A smile appears on your face at the sight of the many people on the street, couples holding hands, an elderly couple sitting on a bench, and the children who are of course allowed to stay up a little later during the weekend.

"How we got here," you mumble and turn your head slowly towards Eric. He chuckles and takes a hand off the steering wheel to grab your hand. He squeezes it gently before placing your interlaced hands on your left leg.

"Ah yes, who would have thought that?". He asks the same question you did at the beginning, both still somewhat in disbelief that it happened. Without looking at each other you answer at the same time while laughing.

''Our parents''.

Eric focuses on the road, a mumble occasionally leaves his lips when a motorist cuts him off or doesn't drive away fast enough and you let your eyes fall on his face. His characteristics have deteriorated over the years, but you can still recognize the youthful characteristics of the twenty-year-old Eric at that time. And you hope to be able to see that for a while longer.

*

Eric flops onto the couch with a sigh and falls back into the many pillows you bought a few months ago at IKEA. "I'm going to change," you told Eric as you walk into the bedroom and Eric lets out a hum to indicate that he heard you. What Eric doesn't know is that you have something planned for this evening, something you never gave him on this special day, a present for the five years that you have now been together as in a relationship. Five years is a long time, at least, it feels that way. But knowing someone for fifteen years and having been deeply in love for five years does deserve a special gift.

You strip yourself of the dress you were wearing this evening, a black satin mid-thigh dress, and you can't believe you've put this dress on after three years of collecting dust in the closet. Eric didn't know what hit him the moment you walked out of the bedroom in that dress as if he was petrified and could be placed in the museum.

To cover the black lace lingerie set, you put on a large t-shirt from Eric, which reaches just up to your thigh and just under your ass, still hiding the lace panties.

Once dressed you walk towards the kitchen, you hear Eric get up, and just like you, he walks into the bedroom to change. "Babe, do you want to watch some more TV?'', he calls from the bedroom and you can hear him rummaging in the closet.

"Not really, I'm quite tired. You?''. Eric mumbles a no, apparently as tired as you are, although that fatigue on your side isn't the whole truth.

"Lie down, I'll close things up," you mutter and you start by turning off the light switches, locking the door, and last but not least you grab your phones. If Eric didn't have his head stuck to his body and you weren't there to remind him to charge his phone, he had a different everyday life.

Without revealing anything you walk into the bedroom, throw his phone next to him on the duvet, and connect your phone to the charger. "Be right back". You press a quick kiss on his cheek before rushing into the bathroom to do your daily evening routine, at least that's what Eric thinks and he happily scrolls on his phone, waiting for you to crawl into bed with him.

After a final check, you slowly open the door a crack. "Honey, please put down your phone?", you ask softly and you hear Eric mumble a yes as he puts his phone on the bedside table. Eric then lays there like a lost cat, not knowing what you're doing behind that door, and certainly not why you asked him to put his phone away.

It is dark in the room, the light from the bathroom is the only thing that gives a bit of clarity to the environment. You turn off the light and close the bathroom door. "Watch out before we have to go to the emergency room right away." You don't respond.

Eric feels movement on the mattress, an action that occurs to him every night when you lie down next to him. But to his surprise, you move closer to him until you're straddling his hips with both legs on either side. In the dark you try to find his hands, Eric is ahead of you and places both hands on your legs which you then slowly slide your hands up towards your hips. They partly disappear under Eric's big shirt. He feels the lace of your thong, a sigh leaves his lips just at the thought of what kind of it could be.

"I hope you have some energy left," you whisper as you take off his shirt and throw it on the floor next to the bed. Eric's hands are in no fixed place right now, from your hips to your breasts back to your legs. With one hand he tries to click on the bedside lamp above the bed without moving too much, and with success. The small light provides enough light to give your body the spotlight.

"Damn. Have you been wearing this all night?", he asks with some disbelief in his voice. If he'd known you were wearing this under that dress, even though the dress would have been enough for him to cancel the whole evening and stay home, he wouldn't have taken a single step towards that restaurant. He has to try hard to hold back, the look of your body in a black lace lingerie set is still letting all the hormones in his body run free.

''Do you like it?''. You can hear the insecure tone in your voice, because despite everything, and despite the best bold move you've just made, you remain a tad insecure.

"Honey, you are gorgeous''. Eric sits up as far as he can, his hands moving from your legs to your ass and he presses a fleeting kiss to the skin between your breasts. “Only if I had known this,” he murmurs, pressing himself closer to you. A sigh leaves his lips as your pussy gently rubs his semi-hard dick. His lips move slowly across your chest, each act softer than the other as he gently sucks on your skin. A small moan escapes your lips as Eric's lips get closer and closer to your nipple. ''You are so beautiful''.

You grab his face with both hands, Eric has to follow your movement, he looks at you with his brown eyes. You kiss him, dodging to answer his compliment, feeling his fingertips slowly tickle your back towards the clasp of your bra which he undoes in a second without any effort. Just like the shirt, the bra ends up on the floor.

''Eric, I know it’s been a while-'', you pause as you let out a breathy moan as Eric wraps his lips around your nipple, sucking softly as the other get’s pinched by his fingers. ''-make love to me'', you whimper softly at the feeling of Eric alternating between licking and sucking.

Your hips move on their own accord, grinding against his hardening dick and you hear him groan against your breasts. Without a single warning, Eric switches positions, laying you down on the mattress. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. ''Of course, baby, if that is what you want''.

Eric has to control himself. If it was on him, he would have had you naked and spread out on the sheets a few minutes ago. But he noticed the way you acted, the way you took things slow and he would be a bad boyfriend if he doesn't listen to his girl.

He places a few kisses on your boobs before trailing them down to the hem of your panties. ''Can I?'', he asks, knowing damn well the answer to that but still wanting to make sure that you are fully okay with it. You smile at him and that is the only confirmation he needs before hooking his fingers behind the fabric and tugging it down. He throws it somewhere around the room, that is something to take care of tomorrow. Soft kisses are placed on the skin of your legs, slowly nearing the spot you want Eric the most. A whimper falls off your lips once Eric places his lips on your clit, his mouth opening slow so his tongue can lick and twist at a slow pace. His lips tug at the swollen bud, intermixing it with gentle flicks of his tongue. Eric continues to suck on your clit, his eyes focused on your face. He wants to see every move, every emotion, every breath you take. He wraps both arms around your waist, holding you in the same spot on the mattress. You groan and stare down at his head between your legs. Occasionally Eric pauses to look up, your arousal is clear and visible on his lips.

You need him, even though having his lips on you is something you could enjoy for hours, you need him closer. Eric sucks one more time at the swollen bud, making you whimper at the feeling of being sensitive already. ''Fucking hell babe'', he whispers while hovering over you, his boxers already on the ground.

''That good?'', you ask him with raised eyebrows, slowly grabbing his hard dick in your hand, making no movement at all. Eric can only nod, groaning at the feeling of you holding his dick. ''I know what you want, keep that for tomorrow'', he says as he removes your hand from his dick. This night is about you, not him.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as Eric pumps his dick leisurely a few times. He teases your clit with the tip of his dick along your folds, before pushing the tip past your walls. You simper in response as Eric sinks further into you. Eric takes his time to let you adjust, making sure you are comfortable enough for him to continue. The same strand of hair is pushed behind your ears, his fingers caress along your face on their way back. ''Eric, please move'', you mumble.

Your walls clench around his dick, a cue for Eric to move, his thrusts are slow and steady. You bite your lip as his dick hits all the right spots, making it hard for you to ignore the tingling feeling in your stomach. You don’t want to come that quick, not before Eric is with you.

''Baby, you are –''. Eric groans as you wrap your legs around his waist, urging him deeper with this new position. ''Fuck…amazing''. A smile forms on your lips and Eric captures them in a slow but loving kiss. Your hands find their way to his chest, feeling his heartbeat under the palm of your right hand while the other lazily caress his skin.

Soft moans and groans are heard in the bedroom and a sudden shift in angle has you gasping for air, his dick rubbing the same spot over and over again while Eric throws your legs over his shoulders, your knees against your chest.

''Oh my god'', you whimper, biting your lip as Eric increases his pace, not too fast, but not too slow either. You grab his face into your hands, forcing him to look at you. You both stare at each other, mouths open with occasional moans leaving both of your lips.

Having sex with Eric has never been boring. Some days he is all for the vanilla kind of vibe, while other days he can’t control himself and wants to take you at multiple spots in numerous positions.

The tingling feeling is slowly making its way back, you held it in for as long as you could but the constant thrusting of his dick against your sweet spot isn't helping. ''I know baby''.

Eric moves one of his hands between your bodies, his fingertips start rubbing your clit at a similar pace to his thrusts and you know you are done for. More moans are leaving your lips as you near your orgasm. Eric watches you furrow your eyebrows, your mouth open as you lean your head back against the pillow, back arching from the mattress into Eric’s arms as you reach your high, a high pitched moan is the last thing that leaves your lips before sighing in contentment.

Eric almost loses it at the sight of you coming undone. Just the way your body reacts is for him enough. He picks up the pace, not daring to go hard on you, but still thrusting deep enough for you to feel him against your cervix. Your eyes are focused on his face. ''Where do you want me to come babe?'', he asks, voice low and raspy. If you weren't so tired and worn out you would probably opt for another round.

You untangle your legs from his shoulders, wrapping them around his hips again letting him know where you want him.

A groan escapes from his lips as he continues to thrusts into you. ''You are so good to me darling'', he whispers. His thrusts are getting sloppier with the second, his groans are getting louder and it doesn't take long before you feel his warm cum spilling inside you. A long strain of curse words leaves his lips and you can't help but chuckle.

''Damn..that was-''.

He can't even finish his sentence as he drops down next to you on the mattress, you quickly lay down with him, your head on his chest and his arms wrapped around your body. After a few minutes, he grabs your chin between his thumb and finger, lifting your head towards him.

''I love you'', he whispers before placing a kiss on your lips. You wrap one of your arms around his torso, rubbing the skin on his side with your thumb while his hands caress your arm and shoulder.

''I love you too'', you whisper back, earning a tired smile from Eric, exhaustion suddenly taking over his body as he closes his eyes. You chuckle as you lay down on his chest.

''Don’t forget to charge your phone'', you mumble and you hear him groan. If Eric didn't have you.

*

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[limenysnocket]

The Plan

Summary: It's your birthday (hooray!) and you still have to work (not so hooray). Nevertheless, you can still count on your friends to cheer you up, but not as much as your loveable boyfriend who insists you spend your birthday with him and a romantic dinner, rather than at a party your friends set up.

Warnings: Swearing, drinking, Taika (yes, he gets his own warning), some content may be explicit-ish.

Request: @whatwememeintheshadows

A/N: So people are actually planning their fics nowadays???? Did I not get the memo or something??? These come straight from my head????

THIS IS SO LATE I'M SORRY. Happy (very) belated birthday.

Tags: @honorarytenenbaum @olyvoyl

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Okay, so maybe work was less of a bitch today, you had to admit. People were nicer to you today, you got an extra thirty minutes added on to your lunch break just because, and, of course, you got a couple of dirty birthday cards and some cash, but that really shouldn’t matter, should it? What did matter, is that you would get to have some you-time, all by yourself, with your vibrator, a couple of movies, and some nice, low calorie ice cream (that tasted like total shit). At least... That’s what you thought would happen.

“You should totally come party with us! I’ve got the booze, Jess has the men, and we’ll make a whole night out of it! Alcohol, strippers, and dancing! How does that sound?” your friend, Enid, reiterated everything for you at least one thousand times today.

“If I wanted a stripper, I’d ask Taika to dye his hair, shave himself everywhere, and oil up a little. That’s the only sight I’d be happy to see, thank you,” you huff and smile. You appreciate the effort to get you out and about, possibly be a little frisky, but your heart just wasn’t in it, and that was much to Taika’s luck.

“Oh, come on. Taika can’t have that much of a grip on you! He has a lot of ‘female friends’, so what’s wrong with you having some ‘male friends’ hm?” Jess cooed to you, but you immediately whirled around, insulted that she would even suggest that you would do such a thing. And you were sure Taika had female friends, yes, but they were just friends. Nothing else. Although, his flirtatious behavior scared you sometimes, at parties. Some of the women would just swarm him, and you feared any one of them would catch his fancy more than you did.

“No. I don’t want strippers at whatever the hell you’re planning,” you stated again, firmly this time. Your two friends whined again, Jess lowering her head in defeat.

“Fine, but can we still bring booze? Invite a few more friends to party?” Enid asked, setting a hand on your shoulder and pleading to you with large eyes.

You chew at your cheek and think for quite some time. Your friends want to throw you a genuine party, and God knows how long it’s been since you’ve hung around a group of unfamiliar faces, especially since you started to date a Hollywood writer. Maybe it was just what you needed. Taika was supposed to be busy for the night, anyway.

You succumbed to the pressure, and nodded. “Okay,” you agreed. “But if we get any noise complaints, your talking to the cops for me.”

“Hell yeah! You’re not going to regret this! Just you wait! Go home and clean your place up a little. I’ll be by in an hour or two to get things set up!” Enid clapped her hands together in mischief, and Jess suddenly looked more spry. You gave her a warning glance, and she only grinned back, before skipping away, chatting gayly with Enid at her side.

You can’t believe the shit you just got yourself into, and you still wouldn’t believe it, the moment Enid and Jess arrived with their arms full of cheap liquor, streamers, finger foods, and a bunch of colorful-looking lights that look like they just came from a Wal-Mart Christmas sale. As soon as you gave them the go-ahead, they started tearing shit open. Between setting up, your phone started to ping over and over again, as well as your friends’ phones. Apparently, just a few hours was enough time to notify everyone in LA about a party, who it was for, and where it was going to be at. 

You just sat back and sipped on frozen margaritas (meant for the party, but it's your party so you didn't give two shits), until the party started and there was a heavy flow of people rushing into your home. Invited or uninvited.

When things started getting wild, that's when a pact was made. Enid and Jess would be cleaning up your house after this was over. You were already stepping over beer cans as it was.

You can't even say you were having fun there. You barely knew anyone. Most of the people there were just randoms looking for a good time, and unfortunately you saw some of them getting that good time in a dark corner. You made an excuse to run upstairs and lock all the doors of the bedrooms before anyone could think about getting there. That's what you thought, at least.

The party was getting to be too much, too quickly. In haste, you locked yourself into your bedroom, and took a step back. You could still hear the muffled voices and loud, posh laughter on the other side of the door. Those girls would pay. You rush over to your window, overlooking your backyard and see people divebombing into your pool, creating waves and getting people outside of the pool wet. People were leaving their trash everywhere, and many red, plastic cups floated in the (for now) clear waters. You didn't know how much more you could take. Maybe parties weren't your thing after all. Especially with strangers.

You sit back on your bed and you don't even bother looking out the window anymore. It was best to stay inside your room, if you didn't want to be molested or assaulted by some dumbass who thinks it's okay to anonymously grope women in crowded areas. Your face buries in your hands, griping to yourself how this would be over in a few hours. Right?

There's a subtle knock on your door, and you jump. It's in the regular, stiff-three order, so you are very hesitant about going and getting it. Then, there comes the "shave and a haircut" tune. Not a very good one, and kind of slurred, guessing by the way there was a loud thud at the very end, the person knocking was shoved against the door. Damn you and your pity.

You're quick to move, despite the strong feeling telling you not to. You just knew some poor soul was being smooshed out there. Fuck, you were nervous. This was screaming bad idea, but you were going to pull through anyway. The plan in your head seemed childish, but it should work fine if the person was desperate enough to get in. One quick swipe of the door, and you're golden! Surely...

You flick the doorknob lock and gulp, keeping a tight grip. On the count of three-- and after having to restart because another desperate knock jumbled up your thoughts-- you sent the door flying open. Sure enough, a heavy body came tumbling in with it, tripped, tried to balance, then ended up crash-landing cartoonishly into your bed, bonking their head a tad on the wooden post at the end of the frame. You hissed a little bit, then closed the door again. You rushed to their aid as the person looked up.

"I thought you liked private parties more than this," a soft, kiwi accent cooed at you, obviously through unbridled pain. This bewildered you even more.

Taika was sitting on the floor, legs extended out in front of him, making him look like a giant from your angle, and he was dressed in a blue tux, black dress shirt, and polished black shoes. Well, they seemed a little scuffed now.

"Shit, Taika-- what the fuck are you doing here?" you drop to your knees and cradle his aching head. He winced at the touch, but was too happy to see you again to deny it.

"Well, I came to take you out on a surprise birthday dinner. Maybe pick up a bottle of wine and go dancing with my favorite person, you, under moonbeams and twighlight," his head bobbled from side to side, which didn't help his animated character, "but it seems to me you have company... and a lot of it."

You sigh and brush an unkempt curl back into place while he cheekily grins at you. "This wasn't my idea," you murmur. "Friends set this up. They'll also be the ones to take it down. I didn't really want to spend my birthday with anyone this year. Makes me feel old."

"Well, you seriously should have known someone was about to stop you from taking another bite of that shitty ice cream in your freezer. They dished it out in shot glasses down there. Even a sober chick couldn't handle the taste," Taika snorted playfully and you rolled your eyes. He seemed to be taking this situation surprisingly well. It was weird. "But it was much to my misfortune that your 'friends' got to you before I could. Maybe I should have settled on a birthday lunch, but that didn't sound too appealing to me."

"Would have been much better than the chicken salad and dry-ass piece of cake I had for lunch today," you fired back. He sighed again and stood up with a groan. You followed with him.

"What now?" he mumbled, stroking the stache on his upper lip, then letting the tips of his fingers wander down to his smooth, freshly shaved cheeks.

"Well, we're both stuck here, so I suppose we settle in for the night and wait it out." You plop yourself down on your bed again and just stare up at him. He doesn't move, however. His eyes were focused on the window, more specifically the lock on it, and he was nibbling at his bottom lip. He was thinking. Some people might call it strange to watch him think sometimes. He really was like a cartoon. With one tap of his foot, he spun around on his heel and faced you.

"New plan," he clapped his hands together. "Get dressed."

You were confused for the next fifteen minutes or so. He helped you pick out a deep blue dress that would somewhat match his and black heels. He was escorting you all over the room with his hand on your lower back. He even tried to do your makeup for you, but he was so inexperienced, you had to take over. The last time he had to do someone's makeup was on the set of the original, five-minute What We Do in the Shadows film.

While you finished your makeup, he was practically smooching your window. He was staring at it like a dog asking to go outside. It made you a bit nervous, seeing the cogwheels turn in his head. He took your hand and lead you to the window, unlocking it and pushing it up.

"Want to go first?" he said behind a proud smile. When he only received silence and a pure, "what the fuck," stare back to his face, he shrugged, and stepped out the window himself. Luckily, you knew fully well he wasn't about to fall flat on his face and die on the pavement below. You had a screened back porch, with a roof over it's head as well, since the seasons tend to get very hot and sticky and mosquitoes just love to lay visits. He stepped onto the roof, trying not to bring too much attention to himself. Once he had bounced down, he brushed himself off, then looked up at you, expectantly.

"Come on, then! Don't have all night!" he hollered and waved to you. "Need me to catch you?"

You gulped, not bothering to answer him. You gently scooted your lower half out the window and taking your heels into your hand. You didn't want to break an ankle on the landing. "Lord, give me strength," you muttered, squeezed your eyes shut, then took a leap of faith. You tried not to squeal as the rushing air flew by you like sticky wind, but before you knew it, your feet touched slanted ground. You felt like you were about to tumble, but strong hands met your waist and kept you up.

"Beautiful!" Taika beamed and kissed your flushed cheek.

"I hate you sometimes," you slapped his chest and made him laugh. He took your hand and started leading you to the other side of the porch roof, and came to the end, where your driveway supposedly was. Parked dead center was Enid's big, black SUV. Tall enough to just be a little hop away from the roof.

"One more, leap, dear?" Taika was on the move again, but you grabbed his sleeve before he could actually make the jump.

"Taika, no. That's Enid's car. She already spends so much on gas, think of how pissed she'll be if she has to remove dents from her roof!" you explain, nervous from the outcome of this little plan of yours.

"Sweetheart," Taika said airily, turning his full attention to you and taking your hand again. "If she was a good friend, she would have known a massive party like this would have pissed you off. Plus, I don't think just cleaning the house is going to get even with this God awful day. So, why not put a few dusty footprints on her car, hm?" Taika was back to grinning, and before you could say anymore, he had leapt away and landed on top of the car with a large thud. He motioned to you with a swipe of his hand. You were in way too deep with him to give up on him now.

You followed through, heels swinging in one hand, and he caught you again like the perfect, Maori prince charming he was.

Car hop, after car hop, he lead the way and made sure you were okay with every stop, until you reached a small enough car to hop down, scale the lawn and make it to his jeep.

"That was," you said, breathless. You couldn't find the right words, and Taika just chuckled at you.

"Exciting?" he filled in the blank space on his own, cocking an eyebrow.

"Yeah," you laugh, fanning your chest and brushing a single strand of hair back. "That's a good word for it."

"Well, excitement doesn't stop here," he opened your door into the jeep for you, bowing respectfully and playing everything up for you, like you were royalty. "I have everything set up for you to have a great night with yours truly. As long as everything goes according to the plan this time..."