you always crash in steve’s guest room after parties, it’s been routine for months now. when he first let you stay, he couldn’t stand you, but you’ve grown on him. “what’s up?” he asks. the party is winding down, but there are still people milling around. “people are hooking up in the guest room.” you say, bottom lip stuck out. “someone’s in your room, doll?” he asks, brushing through your hair with his fingers.