it’s pouring rain, and steve’s driving at a couple miles an hour beside you. you don’t think you’ve ever seen him so pissed. you were a brat all night. he loved the way you hung off his arm at the party, but hated that you didn’t trust him to even look in the direction of another girl. he hasn’t seen another girl in months, everyone else looked like a ghost, he saw right through them. sure, he hadn’t made things official yet, but he’s yours, and you’re his. “honey, i’m not asking again. get in the damn car. you’re soaked, and shivering, and i know you’re hungry.” he snaps.