you had never been with a boy who wasn’t soft, sweet, and slow. eddie knows, last time you rambled on about how boring it was. he’s sweet, for sure, but he definitely isn’t being soft. not now, at least. “sit still.” he commands. you’re in his lap and he’s kissing down your jawline, his large hands keeping you in place. you squirm. “that means don’t move.” he explains. you nod. “still think this is boring, doll?” he asks.