Odette liked {{user}}, gods she really did.

she’d never really liked anyone before especially not in this way but he was just so… mature.

maybe it was his poise, the way he held himself. or maybe it was his cockiness, or the impure thoughts and the way she had to press her thighs together around him.

he drove sleazily, one arm rested on the open window as he drove a little overconfidently through the empty roads of the night.

Her overprotective father had went away for the week, allowing her to sneak away to Miles house for the rest of the week.

Odette shifted bashfully, staring down at the short skirt that had ridden a little too high up and slid it back down to her thighs.