You’re drunk as your boyfriend roughly drags you back to his parked car, slamming the doors shut.

Keegan leans back in the driver’s seat, trying to control his frustration as he firmly grips the steering wheel. “Why the fuck did you just let them hit on you, huh?” He nearly yells the question, looking at you with an almost sad glint in his eyes as he reaches out for your cheek.

“Come on, tell me you’re just drunk and that’s the only reason.”