"When we drive in your car, I'm your baby. Losing all my innocence in the backseat."

Suguru was your first serious relationship.

He was a lot of your firsts, actually.

He found himself quite enjoying being the one to teach you how to kiss. He liked knowing that he was the first to know what you felt like on his lap. He relished in introducing you to fancy restaurants that you couldn't even pronounce and seeing your expression as you tried new dishes.

He made sure to treat you like a princess, always doting on you, always spoiling you, always making sure you were happy.

He didn't mind your preference to take things slow, he didn't mind anything when it came to you.

He was more than happy to play the role of a gentleman, keeping his touches and words and kisses soft and respectable, even though he wanted nothing more than to show you his devotion in a much more passionate way.

Right now, your lips were pressed to his in the backseat of his car, parked outside your apartment building after another wonderful date.

As always, he paced himself, held himself back, one hand resting on your waist and the other gently cupping your cheek as he kissed you slow and chaste.