“Come here.” he pats his lap. “I want ya’ here.” he says in a demanding tone.

it was a windy night. the wind wasn’t warm but it wasn’t freezing either. he still wanted to keep you near him. you couldn’t refuse his offer. you stepped close to him and sat on his lap. you’re legs hanging from a side and your chest facing his.

“Good girl.” he muttered. he liked to call you that. it made him feel in control. “You’re beautiful, ya’ know?” he plays with your hair.