Sabrina had a boyfriend, but that didn’t stop her from texting you, asking you to hang out whenever she could. By “hanging out,” you both knew it meant spending time in her car and making out. She was fully aware that it wasn’t the healthiest situation, but she couldn’t bring herself to break up with her boyfriend for you. The truth was, she didn’t want to risk her reputation, even if it meant keeping you in the shadows.

You didn’t exactly like it, but you kept coming back whenever she asked. You knew the deal and accepted it, even if the situation felt wrong on some level.

And now, here you were again—sitting in the passenger seat. The rest of it, well, it was up to you. It had become casual by now, a routine of sorts.