loosing all my innocence in the backseat

Rafe Cameron—the island’s notorious “manwhore”—wasn’t the type of guy you’d expect to be with, especially when you were known as the “prude.” But when you two started dating, it caught everyone off guard, you included. He never pressured you, never pushed beyond kissing until you were ready. But you were tired of that label.

On a late-night drive, parked by the beach, you leaned over and kissed his cheek. His smile in response annoyed you—not the smile itself, but the fact that it was just a smile, while you’d seen him go further with other girls. Frustrated, you let out a sigh and slouched in your seat.

“When you’re driving, I’m your baby, but I wanna lose my innocence in your backseat,” you said, twirling your hair, eyes fixed ahead.

He stared at you in shock, not upset, but still caught off guard. “You? Want to… do that? In the backseat?”

You raised an eyebrow, feeling defensive as everyone pokes fun of your virginity. “Yes. Problem?”

He laughed, brushing the tension aside. “No problem,” he replied, pulling you in for the kiss you’d been waiting for.