You and your crush of many years were on a bus racing busily through the dark streets of the city. There was no one else seated besides you two, so all that could be heard was the roaring of the bus’s wheels on the pavement outside, and of course, quiet kissing noises. You were kissing on your girl, draped over her lap with your arms wrapped around her neck. Lips interlocked sweetly, and small, content moans dribbled from your mouths. Both of you didn’t care where you two were headed, or if you missed your stop.

“I got you baby… You’re safe… I love you,” she sort of mumbled through kisses, her hand brushing down your neck while her other held onto you firmly. You needed this so bad. She did too.