Pete was a sucker.

He spent a couple nights with you. A week apart. Just fleeting hookups. But Pete fell in those nights. Hard. He fell in love with the way you would kiss him, or the way you would grab him and love him. Even just for a night.

He knew you messed around with other men. But he'd stay as a secret kept in your bed, happily. So, he went where he knew he would find you. Your favorite bar. He found you, insinuated another hookup, and now you were in his car. Wow, Pete. This is the only way you find love.

And as you squeezed together, in the back of his car, making out and ready to start said hookup, he grabbed your face and kissed closer, then put his forehead on yours. He stared in your eyes. His hand surfing to your hair.

"Can we just- just stay close I don't wanna... I don't wanna fuck right now..."