Felix has a history with women. Complicated, to put it simply. You just recently started dating, but rumors—rumors mostly spread by exes—floating around always made you nervous. Nervous that he would embarrass you, your heart and ego on the line.

You rode shotgun in his car, wearing his shirt, makeup all done up nicely—both of you buzzing from the night before. “You’re so pretty,” Felix mutters, grinning cheekily as he glances from the road to you, gripping your thigh sweetly, possessively.