He kissed your neck, both slightly breathless from the previous make out session. You had spent the night together, going to a drive-in theater before getting food together and talking about your shitty jobs. But each night ended the same way. You on his bed, your clothes on the floor and his lips on your neck.

You knew you weren't nothing, but you weren't something either. It wasn't official, you didn't even know his friends that much and he didn't show any interest in knowing yours. But you just hoped it wasn't just what it looked like.