#manicure glamour

[nailsandinspo]

[mrs-trophy-wife]

[nailsonblackwomen]

#_ninadefuego_

[coinandcandle]

RE: Nail Polish Magic

Invoking this "leaf me be" polish to avoid unwanted interactions. So far it has been successful.

If you're interested in the products use:

Essie's smoothing base coat (cuz ya boy has bumpy ass nails)

Sally Hansen's "Leaf me be" polish

Standard nail art brush set you can buy from any store, plus a small paint brush I bought from a kid's acrylic painting kit lol

Essie's "Fairy Tailor" color for the negative space (but use whatever your nude color is, do your best to match your nail color)

Essie's mattifying top coat.

I got all of these from my local Meijer btw and it's all pretty cheap, none of it is gel or anything so it's a fairly affordable and accessible thing to do if you're willing to put it in your budget!!

[dixt]

manicure by overglowedit 

[life-spire]

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Via ELLE Magazine (US)

[chicpeekfashion]

Sparkle with Style: Nail Design with Diamonds

Nails are a canvas for personal expression, showcasing our unique fashion sense and individuality. When it comes to nail art, adding diamonds can transform a simple manicure into a dazzling display of sophistication and glamour. Whether preparing for a special event or wanting to add a touch of luxury to your everyday look, nail designs with diamonds offer that perfect sparkle.

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[rafesfavbimbo]

Hook. Line. Sinker.

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Glamour Model!Reader

Read Part 2 here

Moodboard for this chapter here.

Author’s Note: I could not get this idea out of my head since I sent it in to @bunnyrafe. So I decided to create my own little universe about it. Imagine playboy is still big and making magazines + social media post. (w/o all the dark history.) It’s canon reader has a boob job bc yk Playboy. But I made her non-descriptive as possible. Season 1 Rafe.

Tw: Stalking, Emotional Cheating (by Tooper), Objectification/Sexualization, slight non-descriptive smut, Canon-Rafe, eventual smut.

Rafe thanks whatever higher power decided to make sure he was at this exact location at this exact time. Almost feeling like he needs to thank God for guiding him here or some shit.

His curiosity peaked when he was driving down the one way road near the cut. His eyes going immediately to the ropes blocking off and a sign stating “Closed,” on one of the prettiest parts of the beach. Pfft, nothing’s ever private for the self-crowned King of Kildare. So Rafe does what comes natural to him; he inserts his nose in business that has nothing to do with him, with an arrogance that states it’s his right to know and parks his freshly-washed truck. Immediately sneaking under the ropes and walking a short distance until he sees something that for once in a long, long while. Leaves him struck.

He’s watching from afar as a crew sets up various reflectors. There’s slight chaos, people buzzing around and setting up. A photographer adjusting the lens on his camera. Women decked in casual clothing, going through a rack with various pieces of barely-there lingerie and bikinis.

But that’s not what catches Rafe’s attention.

It’s her.

There she’s sat in a pink directors chair. Her hair in a pretty blowout, flowing long behind her with the beach breeze. Her pretty legs peeking out from the white robe wrapped around her. Smooth and glowing, stretching down to pretty manicured toes. Makeup artist buzz around her, adding finishing touches to her flawless face, slathering gloss against plump, pouty lips and adjusting the tousled loose curls flowing around her gorgeous face.

Even from afar Rafe can see the long, wispy lashes adorning pretty eyes, staring up at the woman standing over her, brushing a makeup brush lightly over the smooth skin of her face.

He knows who she is, he knows exactly who she is. She’s been the figment in his imagination whenever he’s desperate and withering, stroking himself. Eyes shut tightly imagining her perfect figure withering under him or staring harshly at his phone screen at the skimpy photo she’s posing for.

He’d never in his life imagine he’d be standing right in front of his biggest fantasy. Albeit from afar, but so close. He feels like a creep, like a peeping tom lurking on what he knows is going to be another one of the various, scandalous shoots she’s so famous for. He can’t help it, even with all the chaos surrounding her he’s zoned in on her and her only.

When she stands up, the white fluffy robe falling erotically off her shoulder, exposing more of her smooth skin, it has him huffing deeply out of his nose. His eyes zoned in on her behind his wayfarers, hand slightly clenching.

It’s when she begins untying the lose knot on the straps of her robe that his him tensing up the most. The smooth skin of her back being revealed down to her pert, plump butt and slim thighs. He feels like he’s dreaming, almost like he wants to pinch himself to make sure he’s not dreaming. But the blaring heat of the sun, the sweat dripping down his tan forehead, making his shirt stick to his back and the painful ache of his stiffened cock brings him back to reality.

She hands the robe to the woman next to her, throwing her tousled curls behind her back. Her back is still facing him but when she turns around … that’s when Rafe really feels like he’s died and gone straight to erotic heaven. He runs his gaze down the entirety of the beach goddess standing right in front of him. His slightly clenched fist now turning white at the knuckles and blunt nails digging into his palm.

He runs his eyes over her perfect, incredibly busty perky tits and perfect upturned nipples. Down to her smooth, flat stomach which pinches in perfectly at the waist and rounds out to beautiful hips he wants to grip into and leave bruised. Her skin glowing, flawless. Slathered in some kind of oil or lotion, making her glisten exquisitely under the North Carolina sun.

But it’s when he sees the perfect V sat inbetween her slightly muscular, yet plush thighs that he lets out a deep heavy groan. The perfectly groomed landing strip waxed there teasing him and making him want to feel it tickle his nose as he buries his face into the most perfect cunt he’s seen in his life.

She’s looking down at her stomach, smoothing her pretty hands over it and then flipping her head back adjusting her hair with both hands, eyes closed. It’s like she knows he’s right there and like she’s putting on a show for him and he revels in it.

He watches as she turns back around and prances confidently forward, walking on the tips of her french-tipped toes slightly kicking the sand. Walking toward the shore and dipping her toes in it.

“Alright everybody! Let’s get this going!” Shouts the older man with frosted tips, dressed flamboyantly. An enthusiastic smile on his slightly wrinkled face.

Rafe watches as men on the crew adjust the reflectors, and he especially watches as his dream girl faces the crowd once behind her. And all he can wonder is how she can feel so comfortable standing so bare in front of so many people. Her hands coming to her pretty hips, cocking them to one side as she digs her french-tipped nails into her smooth-tanned skin.

Rafe gets closer and ducks behind one of the various palms trees hiding his tall figure, needing to get a closer look and hear whatever the fuck they’re talking about.

“Okay y/n, we’re gonna do a couple prints with the blowout and then a good few in the water with your hair slicked back. Sound good?” states, who he’s positive by now is, the photographer.

“Yeah. Sounds good.” she replies back, light and airy with a sweet giggle. Fuck, even though he can barely hear what’s going on just the cadence of the way she speaks sends his nerves into overdrive.

“Perfect.” chips the photographer, “Let’s get a roll on it while the sun is still out.”

Rafe stays there the entire time. The ache in his cock growing bigger, his chest tightened and body tense watching her maneuver herself into various poses. And in his sick mind he feels as if she’s posing for him, and him only. Teasing him with that perfect body and flawless face, seductively bending and prancing around as various clicks and murmurs of praise clamor near.

It’s when the sun starts bleeding into the ocean like lovers reuniting and leaving a warm orange haze across the beach as the photographer shouts “aaaanddd that’s a wrap!” that Rafe realizes he’s been there the entire time. His once neat and primped, plaid button up now soaked through with sweat.

“You did great! I think this is one of your best editorials yet! Absolutely stunning my dear, as always.” praises the flamboyant man as he embraces the now covered model, giving her a slight squeeze and she returns his affections with a warm smile on her face.

“It’s always the best time working with you Stephen, you make it great.” she quips genuinely. Pretty lips turning up on a sweet smile.

“Nonsense, you make my job easy being as perfect as you are. My star! Now get some rest, you’ve earned it. And maybe visit around the Island, I know you love places like this.” He pinches her smooth cheek endearingly.

“Maybe! We’ll see. Goodnight everyone thank you!”

Various voices shouting “goodnight y/n” and “be safe,” reply back. As if he would let anything happen to his precious gift, thinks Rafe.

The beach princess of his dreams now changed into a baby pink, ‘Juciy’ velour jumpsuit and light-brown uggs. Her drying hair clipped back in a light pink claw clip, walking her way up the designated path back to the main road.

Rafe jumps into action, making it back quickly to his truck and speeding out of there before anyone catches him. Debating if he should have followed her to make sure she got back to wherever she’s staying safely. But his cock was so hard it was almost painful. He needed to get home. Driving all the way with only one thought in his mind. Her.

That night, Rafe fist his cock till he can’t anymore under the shower head until the once hot water turns freezing cold. His eyes shut tightly replaying the events he’ll forever have ingrained into his mind, from earlier.

And once he finishes up and steps out of the shower, drying himself off and staring at himself in the mirror. He’s only got one thought in his head. His methodical brain going into overdrive with plots. That no matter what it takes, she’ll be his. Under his thumb, and he’ll never let her go. Ever.

“Did you hear who’s on the island? Everyone’s talking about it man.” quips Topper straightening himself quickly with excitement. The country club is lively, Kooks in every corner and constant murmurs of conversation all around.

“Hell yeah! I’ve been dying to see her, I want to know if she’s as sexy in real life as she is in pictures and on social media.” states Kelce, fully catching onto Topper’s direction of conversation with the same enthusiasm.

She is. Thinks Rafe, knowing exactly who they’re talking about. His stomach filling with that possessiveness he’s so well-known for. His eyes glaring at his friends behind his shades, who talk animatedly about you. He catches slight statements of “she’s the ultimate wet dream” and “i’d do anything for just one night,” as his ears ring with brewing rage.

Ha! He thinks. He’d bash their heads in before they even got near you. His perverted mind already convincing himself that you belong solely to him. And he’s not letting his grip loose.

“Aren’t you dating my sister, bro?” drawls Rafe in his deep, nasally cadence. His legs spread wide as he leans back confidently with his arms over the chairs handles. His demeanor threatening and protective. The boys assuming over Sarah, but in his mind it’s because they’re speaking about his woman.

“Yeah-I mean-c’mon man this is Y/N Y/LN we’re talking about. She’s like the ultimate sex symbol and besides she’s basically famous. We probably won’t see her, let a man drea-holy shit.” Topper’s eyes widen comically, staring straight behind Rafe as Kelce turns in the same direction, jaw dropping slightly and body sitting forward quickly. Eyes bulging in the same comedic manner as Topper.

Rafe’s brows furrow as he watches people in his line of vision all turn in the same direction, eyes of lust, shock, curiosity and even envy from the various men and women around. And when Rafe tilts his head to the side, eyeing whatever is behind him from his peripheral vision that has people, including his friends so starstruck, does he see the girl who’s been invading his mind since yesterday.

There she is. In the prettiest, skimpiest little off-white sundress. Her statuesque figure shown off by the scrap of clothing and contrasting perfectly against her skin-tone. Her skin is glowing just like it was yesterday, stunning legs on display and her pretty feet sitting beautifully in clear platform mules. Shiny hair pinned up in a messy up-do with wispy hairs framing her face beautifully. Big squared glasses perched on her perfect nose and a small smile on her luscious lips as she listens to- is that fucking Sarah?

People’s eyes follow his sister and his future woman as they make their way over to the table resided by the 3 boys. Men and women’s eyes lowering down to her backside and he can only imagine what they’re leering at if the shortness in the front of her dress is any indicator for the length in the back. All the attention quickly dividing elsewhere when Sarah reaches them and speaks up.

“Hey guys!” says his sister enthusiastically as she catches them in her line of sight, immediately reaching back and holding her hand out to guide you along with her. “This is y/n. I met her at the market.” Idiot, thinks Rafe. Why would Sarah think they’d need to be introduced to someone that even his own Dad, has admitted to finding attractive. Rafe shudders at the thought.

Both Kelce and Topper shoot straight up, hands sticking out cheerfully shouting out overlapping “Hi’s” wearing smiles so big it looks like their cheeks hurt. Idiots, thinks Rafe. Why would they make it so obvious? Especially Topper in front of Sarah?

“Hi…” the model says shyly, reaching her hand out and placing it delicately in Topper’s. Giving him a warm smile. “It’s so nice to meet you.”

“This is my boyfriend Topper, who by the way is a big fan!” says Sarah gives Topper a playful eye roll and smug smile, to which he bashfully looks to the side with a cough to clear his throat, cheeks reddening. “This is Kelce, and this,” Sarah turns to point “is my brother Rafe,” to a still-sitting Rafe. Who now rises slowly, shades hiding his pretty cobalt eyes. He stands to full height, towering over the 4 of you and inching a bit closer to you, taking off his glasses as he hangs them on the collar of his white polo.

When y/n turns to look at him, it’s like something struck in both of them. Rafe already felt someway, he stalked her all day yesterday for fucks-sake! But being near her is making his body and mind go haywire. He watches as she pulls her glasses off, exposing those pretty eyes and long wispy lashes. Perching them on her head.

When y/n looks at him though, her breath stops and she’s looking at him with a love-struck look that has Rafe smirking. Hook.

“Hello,” drawls Rafe, his voice deep and nasally, reaching his hand out, “nice to meet you.” He says with the same smug smirk sat on his pretty face. He watches as she places her delicate hand in his palm, beautiful eyes still stuck on him and now locking with his piercing ones. He brings her small hand up to his lips, holding eye contact and pressing a small kiss to her knuckles. Taking in the creamy, vanilla scent radiating off of her and smooth skin of her palm.

“Hiiii..” she whispers, airy voice as light as ever. Eyes still stuck on him in a daze and glazed over with… is that lust? Rafe convinces himself it is, and he’s almost sure it is. Only deepening his para social infatuation with her. “It’s nice to meet you ..Rafe.” He swears he can drop dead right there, hearing his name roll off her tongue in that pretty voice he imagined moaning into his ear all night.

“Ahem!” Sarah clears her throat inquisitively. Breaking the veil that lifted over the both of them for that single moment, like two lovers destined to meet. Topper and Kelce watching the interaction with wide eyes. “Well, now that you’ve got acquainted with a couple people around here and have pretty much seen all there is to this area, that’s interesting anyway. How about we go down to the Outer Ban-“

“No.” quips Rafe sternly. Voice firm. Leaving no room for argument with just a single word. His eyes cutting deeply into Sarah, whose face now scrunches with defensive attitude, “what is your problem?” she bites back.

The two boys still watching with wide eyes, but glancing over unabashedly at the model whose eyes are still focused on the man who’s got heat building between her thighs very quickly. And her heart pounding in her chest.

“You wanna take her to the Cut? Around those filthy fucking pogues?” bites back Rafe with the same animosity, inching forward threateningly as if daring Sarah. As if she ever gave a fuck what her brother thought. “Yeah.” she bites back firmly, “And what? She did a photoshoot there just last night.” Oh, I know. “She wants to see the area outside of working, besides I’m her tour guide and I promised to show her the whole island and that’s what I’m gonna do.” scoffs Sarah, rolling her eyes at her brother’s ingrained dominance.

“Nah. You’re not.” quips back Rafe, arrogance radiating off of his big and tall frame. “Nah, you know what. I’ll take it upon myself to show this sweet little princess around, if she wants to see the Cut or play in the water it’s better she’s with someone who can take care of her. Protect her from those fucking weirdos you like so much. Like me.” says Rafe with that smug smile on his face that Sarah wants to smack off 100% of the time. “Who do you even think you are-“

“So you wanna see the Outer Banks, beautiful? How about I show you around?” He cuts off Sarah, ignoring the anger radiating off of her as he turns his full attention to his proclaimed little princess. Who had been watching the whole time, struck by the sexy man who she now knows as Sarah’s brother and who’s got her inner thighs squeezing together and slick. His causal dominance over her, making her head hazy, and stomach flip.

Line.

Sarah, Topper and Kelce stand stunned by Rafe’s casual display of dominance but more-so by the fact that they can see that she liked it. A flirty giggle falling from her lips as she nods her head quickly. Leaning her body into him. Rafe smiles at the sweet sound, throwing his arm over her shoulders and turning his back to his sister and friends. Completely over-taking her attention and asserting his claim. She immediately nuzzles into his side, her arm wrapping around his waist and giving Rafe her undivided attention as she looks up at him with doe-eyes hanging onto every word that falls from his pretty pink lips.

“Yeah? You Like that?” He brings his other hand to pinch her chin, then giving it a slight knock with his index finger as he smirks down at her. “You stick with me and I’ll show you exactly everything you’ve been missing and whatever you want to see. I’ll take such good care of you, princess. Don’t worry.”

Sinker.

Read Part 2 here.

a/n: phew! he’s so dreamy ugh! I hope you all enjoy!

[littlelamy]

𝒾𝓃𝓉𝓇𝑜𝒹𝓊𝒸𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓋𝒾𝓍𝑒𝓃!𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

vixen is rafe's little princess, a title she wears with pride. they met back in middle school, and from that moment on, rafe couldn’t imagine his life without her. though they’re inseparable best friends, their relationship always teeters on a line they both pretend not to see, finding themselves in situations that blur the boundaries. rafe keeps his obsession with her well hidden, quietly captivated by every laugh, every careful look. vixen embodies a mix of serena van der woodsen’s effortless glamour and lori harvey’s confidence, moving through life with an energy that lights up any room. known for her bold cheetah-print outfits and pink manicures, she’s a party girl, never afraid to speak her mind—except when it comes to her feelings for rafe. in those moments, the girl who always knows what to say is suddenly speechless. and yet, rafe is always by her side, watching over her as she lives life unapologetically.

"please just one more kiss, baby" rafe says grabbing your hips again. "friends take care of each other."

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[iisasarcasticlittleshite]

Asmo painted your nails black.

You'd given him free reign over your manicure, the one he insisted on giving you before the meeting with Diavolo, and he'd chosen black, leaving you gaping at the perfectly shiny varnish.

The Avatar of Lust shifted nervously at your silence, his cheeks flushed pink. "Do you not like it, hon?"

"I like it!" You were quick to announce, unwilling to let him doubt himself for even a second. "I just...didn't expect you to choose black."

In your own time, the Asmodeus you know would have leaped at the chance to glamour your nails with glitters and gems and every colour he could think of, coordinated an outfit to match his design or just painted them to match his own manicure.

Your heart stung at yet another stark reminder that this is not your Asmodeus, this is not your time.

Oblivious to the pain lancing through your chest, Asmo decided to explain his choice.

"I picked black because I think it looks incredible on you."

You looked down at your fingertips, than to the plain shirt you'd donned, sleeves rolled up and black jeans. You hadn't worn much colour here, preferring blacks and neutrals as if subconsciously still trying to pass as a tough demon.

You smiled at Asmo, ready to weave your words to steal all of his worries, but you didn't get the chance.

"There's so much in your eyes you don't talk about, hon. I just wanted you to know you look gorgeous, even in the dark." He smiles at you, earnest and sweet and suddenly you can't separate the demon in front of you from the one who's pact mark once sat on your thigh.

You stood and pulled him into a hug, smiling as he purred and nuzzled into your neck, sliding his arms around your waist. How ironic it had been when you first arrived in this strange past.

You'd always been tall, even among the brothers, the only one taller than you was Beel. Back home, you'd still felt small compared to them. Here? Dear Asmo uses you as a shield, even now that he knows you're human.

You were proud when they relied on you, even if all you have to do is let Asmo lean on you as he cuddles close, greedily chasing the smell of your skin off your neck.

The Avatar of lust is putty in your hands as you smile at the shiny black nails on your fingers. Maybe you are just as different as your demons are here.

Maybe the Exchange Student was never the same as the Attendant.

[zablife]

Johnny's Meets a Glamour Girl

Johnny Davis Masterlist

Summary: Johnny offers you a ride when he finds you stranded outside of town, but you're wary of motorcycles. Can he find a way to persuade you to trust him?

A/N: Requested by a lovely anon who wanted to see Johnny with an elegant woman who doesn't like motorcycles. This began as a simple set of headcanons, but I couldn't stop adding detail!

♡ You met Johnny the day your car broke down at the edge of the field where the Vandals were holding a race. Cursing under your breath, you struggled to restart the flooded engine as a group of mud caked bikers ambled toward you in a menacing throng.

♡ Your heart clawed at your throat as you listened to their approaching voices over the sputter of the engine, hand trembling helplessly at the ignition just as a broad shouldered man began tapping at your window.

♡ The moment he caught sight of your panicked expression, a large hand fell over his heart in silent apology before motioning to the others to leave. His eyes softened as he mouthed an instruction for you to roll the window down, taking a step back as he waited patiently for your well manicured hand to crank the handle.

♡ Something in his gentle demeanor convinced you to take the risk, cracking the window as he leaned down in polite introduction. "My name's Johnny," he began, explaining he was the president of the motorcycle club you'd just encountered and assuring you with a kind smile, "don't worry, I won't let nothin' happen to you.”

"Wh-what's gonna happen to me?" you gulped, stealing a glance of the motley crew in your rearview mirror.

"Nothin'," he emphasized, holding your gaze confidently before giving a firm nod.

♡ True to his word, you remained unbothered as you passed the time reapplying your makeup in the passenger seat. However, a mutual attraction seemed to grow the longer he took to assess the problem.

♡ You seemed to catch his eye a few times as you puckered your lips for a swipe of ruby red lipstick, but it didn't bother you. If you were honest, you were using your compact to ogle his glistening biceps whenever he peeked around the bonnet.

♡ Johnny worked until the golden light at his back faded and the evening air turned chilly before calling you outside for the bad news about some faulty spark plugs. He didn't hesitate to drape his leather jacket over your shivering form, smiling sheepishly as he admitted, "Ain't no mink, but it'll keep ya warm."

♡ The wholesome gesture surprised you, but not so much as the comforting weight of it enveloping you safely in his distinctly masculine scent. And Johnny couldn't help but beam with pride when you clutched it to yourself tightly, exhaling a sigh of relief that you hadn't scrunched your nose in disgust at the tattered sleeves or protested about getting motor oil on your expensive dress.

♡ In an attempt to lighten the mood, he told a few amusing tales from his travels as a truck driver and offered you a cigarette to ease the lingering tension you held in your shoulders. When you finally leaned in for a light, laughter bubbling in your chest, he grinned widely at his accomplishment.

♡ By the time he'd gotten around to recounting the time a milk tanker overturned on him, attracting every cat in three counties, you were covering your mouth to hide an unladylike snort. But Johnny was charmed by the noise, realizing you weren't as haughty as he'd assumed.

And you couldn't help but be enamored by the way the sides of his eyes crinkled as he chuckled good naturedly in return. "Reckon I spin a pretty good yarn after a decade on the road," he boasted.

♡ Things were going well until he had to convince you to climb aboard his Harley for a ride to town. It seemed you saved all argument for that moment, listing a myriad of reasons why that would be unsuitable--the wind in your perfectly coiffed hair, the length of your dress, the impossibly high heels strapped to your feet.

♡ Johnny listened patiently as your anxiety ridden voice rattled off a laundry list of worry before finally stumbling to a halt. He nodded his head in understanding, then countered with one very valid point. Your car would have to be towed back in the morning. "Bike's the only way I can get you outta here tonight," he offered with a small shrug.

♡ As he attempted to gauge your degree of stubbornness on the issue, you took in the deep furrow of his brow and how adorably perplexed he looked as it knit together in concern for your welfare. You found the sincerity of it endearing and knew instantly you could place your confidence in him, so you gave a small nod of consent as you began tying a scarf over your intricate hairdo.

♡ Once again he surprised you with his chivalry as he walked you to his motorcycle, carefully placing your bag and shoes in a saddlebag before extending a hand to help you position yourself on his bike. "I'll uh...give you a minute," he mumbled trying not to stare as you struggled to arrange the layers of your dress beneath you.

♡ As the roar of multiple engines announced the presence of the other Vandals, Johnny quickly took his place in front to protect your modesty, calloused fingertips brushing against your exposed thigh with his haste. Though you couldn't be sure in the dim light, his cheeks appeared flushed as he looked over his shoulder to remind you to "hold tight, sweetheart."

♡ It hadn't occurred to you that you might be flirting with him as you bit your lip to stifle a giggle. That is, until you placed your hand at his chest for security and found a rapidly beating heart thumping against your palm.

♡ It was your turn to be nervous as he revved the engine of the bike, watching the others tear away into the night at high speed and waiting for Johnny to do the same. You unintentionally fisted the fabric of his shirt in your hands so tightly, you felt him inhale sharply.

♡ In the same way he'd been quietly comforting you all evening, his thumb grazed over your knuckles softly, repeating a familiar promise, "Won't let nothin' happen to you." You began to relax against his strong back as he hummed, "M gonna take it slow."

♡ He was a man of his word, pulling onto the highway behind the others at a more leisurely pace and easing the bike around corners so smoothly, you actually leaned into the wind to feel it grace your cheek. By the time he was parking at the curb in front of your house, you felt as though you'd been lulled into a dreamlike state, a pleasant weightlessness to your body unlike anything you'd ever felt.

♡ As Johnny helped you off the bike, he held your waist a moment longer than necessary to linger over the glimmer in your eye. Suddenly aware of your appearance, you rushed to smooth your hands over your head, finding you'd lost your scarf somewhere along the way. "My hair must look..." But he stopped you with a chuckle, one hand reaching out to tuck a stray lock behind your ear. "Looks real good to me," he winked. "Don't matter as long as we had fun, right?"

♡ It might have been the first time a man valued your company over your looks and you nodded in speechless awe. When Johnny reached past you to retrieve your belongings without a single attempt at a kiss, your heart sank a bit. Thanking him for the ride in a reserved voice as you returned his jacket, your eyes traced the pavement as you shivered up the front walk alone.

♡ However, as you unlocked your door, you realized he was still standing at the curb and you could practically feel his eyes boring into you. Then his voice boomed into the cul de sac, "Tell me somethin' before you go...Was it worth it?"

Observing your rumpled dress and mussed hair in the reflection of the large picture window, you spun around to face him with a smirk. "Looking like I'm taking a walk of shame before midnight?"

"Takin' a chance on me," he ventured through a nervous squint.

"Bring my car back tomorrow and I'll tell you," you baited him with a mischievous raise of your eyebrow.

"It's a date," he agreed. "Somethin' nice this time," he promised with emphasis.

"Then I'd better get my beauty rest," you teased before giving a little wave and ducking inside the house, heart fluttering in anticipation.