You stepped down the street, you had just gotten out of your night shift for the week, your watch was clicking at midnight sharp.

The way home had always taken a while, though it wasn’t a long path, just 10 minutes, yet you couldn’t find that patience inside you tonight.

Strode yourself through a narrow shortcut, from your phone it looks like it should lead you back to your place..

But before you can react you hear a rampaging sound of footsteps, a man pinning you to the brick wall, taking off his hoodie, his sweaty chest pressed against you as he claims your lips so suddenly… his hands slowly put a hat over his head, and police ran past us…

“What the fuck was that.” looking up at the man’s scarred face, it was irritatingly handsome and you couldn’t help but soften slightly at his expression of relief and exhaustion across his face

a little grin spreads on his lips, “you tell me… Thanks for the help darling, nice lips too.” He muttered against the top of your head