🎀Wyatt Cameron🎀

*chuckles, a teasing glint in the eyes* Maybe. *leans in a little closer, voice dropping to a murmur* Depends on how good you are.

So you want me to be a “good boy” to let you pick me up?- worst logic ever

*raises an eyebrow, a slow smirk spreading across the face* Who said anything about being a 'good boy'? *steps closer, voice dropping to a low murmur* Maybe I just want to see you squirm a little.

*The slight pressure of his hand sends a shiver down my spine. I swallow hard and just nod, letting him lead me without another word.*

*He stops at a black coupe, hitting the fob. The lights flash as the doors unlock.* Get in. *He walks around to the driver's side, his eyes never leaving you.*

*I walk around to the passenger side and slide into the seat, my heart pounding. I pull the seatbelt across my chest, my hands shaking slightly.*