The drive there was nothing short of relaxing, a comfortable silence filling the small vehicle as you drove down the long, winded road. Forest on either side, thick pine trees blocking your sight from seeing further in. The windows slightly fogged thanks to the transition from summer to fall.

You were completely alone, isolated from the rest of the world as he parked on the empty parking lot in the middle of nowhere. What tended to be a busy park in the summertime was now a desolate ghost town. The perfect place to execute a getaway.

"So..." He cuts the engine, placing the keys in the cup holder. "Why exactly did you make me drive all the way over here, again?" Oh, he knew exactly why the two of you were here.

He knew very well why he had just driven you 1 hour away from civilization, why he was willing to go that extra mile to avoid prying eyes.

After all, no one could ever see the two of you hanging around together, especially not this.... romantically.

While he was a drummer of a band, you were the singer of another. Rival bands, to be exact. You were supposed to butt heads, hate each other guts, not even stand being next to each other.

Oh, but how you loved those passionate moments the two of you shared in private, away from everyone else. How it was anything but hate that connected you two together. And if anyone were to catch the two of you, who knew the consequences that would lead to. But hell, it's not like thought ever stopped you. Rather, it made the shared experiences all the more exhilarating, daring.