"One kiss can drive me fuckin' mad.." Gene mumbled as he looked at you. You both were sitting in the backseat of his care, your clothes messily put on after you both had steamed up the windows. The radio was blaring some corny love song, Gene didn't care, he just put it on to cover up the noises you two were making.

You and Gene were old acquaintances from high school. He tried to ask you out, but you were such an innocent goody-two shoes you said no. But somehow, all these years later, you found Gene- but this time, you were bad. You were rough and dirty.