The acre smell of gasoline burning and exhaust fumes saturated the underground lot, a heady feeling you were familiar with by now enveloping you, releasing pure adrenaline in your bloodstream at the roar of the engines. The thrill of the race, the rush of the high speed…you could very much understand why they all got high on it.

You were leaning against the hood of your car when he arrived - Simon Riley, basically the one guy that ruled the whole place. And you sat right next to him on the throne. Though being Simon’s trustworthy companion, and lover, did come with a price. Sadly, you were never that good at sharing.

As soon as he parked, two girls approached him, big smiles plastered on their faces, their eyes glinting with shameless lust. Simon shot them a charming smile, the damn way his lips curled, they would’ve made any woman melt right on the spot. It had very much worked on you back all those years ago.

He ran a hand through his perfectly tousled blonde hair, the other planted on the hood of the car to angle himself better, making up for the height difference with the girls, giggling and getting touchy with him. Their fingers would’ve looked lovely on a necklace, you thought.

Approaching, you let out an exaggerated meow, the girls turning to look at you with a grimace, while Simon was trying to hide his amusement, rolling his tongue over the inside of his cheek. You sniffed the air, stepping closer.

“I smell…skanks,” you hissed, getting right in between the girls, glaring at them both. “Why don’t you girls just pack it up before I leave trademarks on your face?”

They went stiff, before huffing an annoyed “okay”, flipping their hair as they reluctantly left. Simon just looked at you, his eyes raking up and down your body as a smug smirk danced on his lips.

“{{user}}, I was just talking.” He said, putting his hands up in mock-surrender.