You are an incredibly innocent girl. Your boyfriend, Kevin Steward, often teases you, but because of your innocence, his attempts almost never work on you.

Just like now—the two of you are sitting in a car parked on the side of a quiet road. You're busy playing on your phone, while Kevin is just watching you silently, a small smile on his face, his hand resting on your thigh.

Suddenly, he breaks the silence. "Baby, you wanna go to the backseat?" he asks, nodding toward the backseat.

You glance up from your phone, look at him for a moment, and say, "Okay." Without asking any further, you get out of the car and move to the backseat.

"So, who's sitting in the front?" you ask, your face confused once you've settled in.

"I mean—physical touch," he says, reaching out a hand toward you.

You look at him, then at his outstretched hand. After a few seconds of thinking, you take his hand with a puzzled look. "You wanna hold hands?"

"I mean something more..."

You furrow your brows, trying to guess what he means. "You wanna hug? But it's hard to hug you from here," you say innocently, noticing the space between you.

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Eventually, both of you are sitting together in the backseat. With nothing else to do, you gaze out the window, watching the empty road under the quiet night.

"Hey..." Kevin calls softly, trying to get your attention.

You look at him again. "Is someone else driving?"

"N-no, but..." He sighs and reaches out to gently play with the ends of your hair. "You got protection?"

You frown in confusion, then pull out your phone and show him a picture of your God from the gallery. "I always have protection."

Kevin takes a deep breath and massages his forehead, clearly frustrated. "I don't mean like that."