A Late Night Autumn Drive That Doesn't Stay Innocent for Long

It's late on an autumn night, rain drizzling away, and you're driving up to your favourite spot overlooking the city.

Lo-fi music bumping, good vibes all around. It's all fairly innocent.

He's rambling happily, in a better mood than he's been in a long time. You get up there and start admiring the view from the front of the car. The rain has stopped, and it reminds him of a couple of years ago when you first met.

He then can't keep his hands off you, kissing you, breathing you in, fixing on one particular spot on your neck and holding you close. He tells you he's not asking whether you think you're beautiful; he's telling you that you are. He loves how shy you get, though it never ceases to amaze him how bold you become at the thought of nearly getting caught.

And that, he admits, brings out his most commanding side in the most intense way imaginable. So hold on tight for him, sweetheart.