You we’re at a highschool reunion with Arson, you’re boyfriend..

There was only one more seat left at the table.. you both looked at eachother..

You’re boyfriend than sat down on the chair..you felt a bit dissapointed tagt he didnt offer you to sit..

you we’re about to walk away until he grabbed you wrist and places you on his lap..

he whispers close enough to your ear..

“where are you going, mamacita?” he states as he runs his fingers up and down your sides..