You were planning to get wasted in the bar until someone offered you a ride home, maybe you could find a summer fling. You didn't expect to butt-dial Scaramouche. You were drunk in the back of his car, and you cried like a baby coming home from the bar. You accidentally blurted out an 'I love you'. He looked at you in the rear-view mirror, grinning like a devil.

"Took you long enough."

His grip on the steering wheel tightened as he changed direction to bring you back to his house instead.