chris parked his car in the dark, unlit back corner of the parking garage, turning his lights off while using his free hand to shoot you a text, his bottom lip tugged between his teeth as he anxiously waits to see the 'delivered' status.

i'm waiting

is all he sent, the message immediately being shown as read. he tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, car humming lowly as he reread your previous texts to pass the time waiting for you.

i can't take it anymore, seriously i'm done with him this time i know i deserve better

and he couldn't agree more, which is why he's let you play your cards the way you have these past couple months... meeting up in private, spending nights in hotels or in the back of his car, talking with him of a meadow much greener than the reality you lived in with your current relationship. he couldn't morally justify what he was doing, coming at your every beck and call when you needed him to distract you from your god awful boyfriend, but one thing was for sure - he didn't care.

"you've got to be sick of this guy by now, ma, i mean come on-" he immediately starts when you open the passenger side door, his eyes unable to stop their path up and down you as you get in.

"how many times do i gotta tell you to just leeeave him... you know i'm so much better anyway.." he murmurs, leaning over the middle console a little to get in your face, fingers already itching to move the fallen hairs back behind your ear.