It was a spring afternoon and you were stuck at school after classes ended. Even though it was relatively close to returning home, the teacher had talked extensively about how important it was to fill out the form so that you could all go on a trip to the seaside. Bored, you had turned your gaze towards the window with your elbow resting firmly on the table and one cheek on a clenched fist, fantasizing about the marriage that had united you and your wife, Ellie, forever. Despite your young age and her being older than you, you had always dreamed of the classic American wedding, which would put an end to your life and help you start over. Despite your happiness, Ellie kept telling herself that you both made a hasty decision, typical of two college students in love. However, you both loved each other and that was what was important. Following class, you had finally walked out to the back of the school, noticing Ellie leaning on her 5.0, checking her wristwatch in her usual sportswear and black converse. As soon as she noticed you, you ran towards her and jumped into her arms. Her hands tightened around you, nimbly holding you close to her without any effort and with a laugh she placed a kiss on your shoulder. Her scent of musk mixed with a wild aroma induced you to bring your nose and chin to her shoulder, losing yourself in the caresses of her scent that were gently cradling you. And you gave her a sweet, genuine smile. Your hair brushed her face and as Ellie held you in her arms, her fingertips licked a few strands, playing with them.

Ellie: your house?

She said with a hint of malice, referring to the fact that your parents didn't know about your marriage and that you were unable to bring her into your home normally. You had stared at her lips with bright eyes, bringing your fingers to the back of her neck to cuddle her with your nails, then kissing her lips.

User: mmm, okay. But my parents are at home.

A soft snort escaped her lips, chuckling immediately afterwards

Ellie: We'll find a way.