Heart: What If This Were It?

Afterwards, you’re back in the driver’s seat with your pants still undone and your eyes closed. I’m still panting in my respective seat. I sit up, fixing my clothes and smoothing down my frizzy hair. Nervous is a complete understatement for how I feel. I’m pretty sure you won’t remember jack shit when you wake up in the morning, but if you do, you’ll probably hate me for the rest of your life. God, I hope this isn't it.