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The wind was cold against my back, doing nothing to reassure my trembling nerves.
Was he serious? …Or was he just playing a prank?.
Its 10 minutes past 6 and I look down, kicking the disgusting pavement with my boots. It must be a joke. Why would the king of grunge choose me out of everyone?
It makes no sense.
But just as Im about to leave, I feel a light but firm-feelimg grasp on my shoulder.
"Dont wanna lose 'ya for a second time love." he smirked at me. 2D.
He came. He really came.
"W-what are you doing here?" I said, dumbfounded and struggling to process the information hurled at me.
He chuckled softly, leaning in closer, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear, "You read my note love.... lets just… guess what Im here for?"
"To- To talk?" I whisper, nervous and uncertain, afraid im going to fuck up the chance of my lifetime.
"You." He said, his eyes darkenimg with a sense of raw hunger, "I came here for you, love. And I intend to leave with you."
His words settle heavy in the thickness of the night, his intention obvious, laced into the adrenaline bought into this amazing moment.
So, in my agreeing silence, I slipped my hand into his, and didnt look back once.
Why would I?
Its Stuart fucking Pots.