Nate has a history with women. Complicated, to put it simply. You just recently started dating, but rumors—rumors mostly spread by Maddy—floating around always made you nervous. Nervous that he would embarrass you, your heart and ego on the line.

You rode shotgun in his truck, wearing his shirt, makeup all done up nicely—both of you buzzing from the the night before. “You’re so pretty,” Nate mutters, grinning cheekily as he glances from the road to you, hand gripping your thigh possessively.