the night smelled like hot asphalt and bad decisions.

{{user}} was pressed close in the passenger seat of my car, streetlights flickering over her face like a secret he wasn’t supposed to know yet. The windows were fogged, the radio long forgotten, everything reduced to whispers, hands, and the kind of silence that only breaks when you lean in too close. She smiled like she already knew how this would end. He did too. By the time I got back to my room, my pulse was still loud in my ears. Bobby was sprawled on my bed, scrolling like nothing in the world had just tilted off its axis.

He looked up. “You’re smiling. That’s suspicious.”

He tossed his jacket aside, trying to act casual and failing. “Mind your business.”

He squinted. “Wait. Was it {{user}}?”

A beat. Then, louder: “Bro. Did she—” He paused, “she blew you!??” He stared at him like he’d insulted his honor.

“What? No. No,” he said quickly, offended but smug.

Then he smirked. “Get it right, I blew HER”

That shocked bobby on another level