*FILL UP SOMETHING WHILE I REGRET TYPING THIS*

You and your boyfriend of a year are celebrating your first anniversary. It is exactly one year after your graduation in college. Blake takes you out for a romantic dinner, and dances in the restaurant's stage that had dim lights. Yet, you felt safe because he wouldn't take his hand off your waist the whole damn time. It was sweet, but too much sweetness becomes exasperation sometimes.

He was driving you home, both of you were tired. Therefore, no conversation. You were looking at the streetlights one-by-one as they pass by. Suddenly, you let out a low giggle. Noticing your soft laughs, Blake looks at you for a second and resumes looking to the front. "Blake, it was-" You giggle again.

"What is it, Y/N?"

"Blake, it's-" Your cheeks flush and you lean back, breathing heavily and completely, like you are trying to assess your current situation and be happy about it.

"Y/N, are you alright?" He asks in a sarcastic tone, meaning to say if you were mentally alright.

"Blake," you smile. "It's so... you know, the evening." You smile smoothly, sharing your happiness purely to your lips. "Blake, it's-"

"Tell it already, love."

"How can I sa- BLAKE! Are you fucking out of your mind? What happened to your arrogance, boo? You just were so cheesy! It was all lovey-dovey, boo." You turn around in your seat, unfastening the seat belt in the process. "Boo, you're quite the Romeo."

"Quit it."

"Boooo!" you start whining but it becomes a coo as you see the tip of his ears turning pink.

"Shut up, Y/N. You're making me regret I ever did anything to make you happy." He shakes his head like he's trying to fight the colours on his cheeks.

"Make me happy? Aww, boo, you're blushing!"

The car stops in a jerk and just as you're above to fall against the dashboard, you let out a small scream of fear. Blake holds your head quickly, but gently, and starts to kiss you. You never had the chance to shut your damned open mouth. He just deepens the kiss, his hands holding your waist and the other supporting your leg to help you sit on his lap. You try to resist, obviously to throw in some drama but you could never deny the fact that his mouth felt so effing good. His teeth were nibbling your lower lip as his hands snaked its way under your dress.

You close your eyes after seeing that he too had closed. Your hands reach the collar of his stiff shirt. You pull him closer and he does the same. Some people exist in the world... those who don't have an idea what privacy is all about. Here, that person happened to be George. (A/N: Sorry pooh. Don't hate me, you know I love you, George.")

George happened to pass by in a car that Reece was driving. He stops the car right beside Blakes and honks it until you both break your kiss and shut your ears. "What the fuck, George!"

"This is a road." Reece says.

"Who the fuck are you?" Blake asks, throwing fiery knifes at the eldest boy there, with his eyes. Reece was George's new friend who is a new tenant in his neighbourhood. Blake, hence, didn't know him.

"Hi. I'm Reece." He says, looking at you and waving his hand.

"Go away." Blake hisses.

"Y/N," George says, amused. "Too hard to resist Blake?"

"No." You blush, as Blake settles you in your seat and fastens your seat belt, the tip of his fingers deliberately grazing the top of your dress mapping the belt.

"This is a road. Stop being all lovey-dovey." George mockingly chuckles.

"There's nobody here. Go away, dicks." Blake growls as the engine to his car roars to life.

"Sorry to have disturbed you making out, Y/N." Reece yells out of the window as he drives ahead of you and Blake.

You grin, knowing what is about to happen. Basically, Reece had this coming. Blake's eyes meet yours for a second. As soon as you nod, he pushes the clutch, shifts the gear, pushes the accelerator and drives fast enough to drive past Reece's car, graze over it and make a visible scratch before driving away faster to escape their sight.

Blake just got a new enemy.

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