"That's why I told yah to get in and let me drive you, Idiot." Law scolds you, his car pulled on the side of an empty lot and you finish changing to his spare clothes. He puts your wet clothes inside a plastic bag and throws it at the backseat, looking grumpy as ever on the driver's seat while you are his drench, from the heavy rain, passenger princess.

You banter saying your house is literally just 2 streets away and like old times, "childhood friends with unspoken mutual feelings" before he drifted away when he was studying to be a surgeon, he rudely bickers with you while you continue to retort and piss him off. You chuckled as nostalgia hits you. And for Law, the mere sight and sound of you, after the long years he haven't saw you, was enough to snap what control he has left in him.

"13 "fucking" years. I've endure long enough." His voice was low and throaty as he pulls you on a searing kiss.