It was her birthday. We lived a few hours apart, but she had come to pick me up at the halfway point the night before. It was an interesting time in our relationship – we’d been intimate and telling each other we were in love for several months by this point, but she had been dating a guy for several years and that ended after we’d already started. However, a few weeks before this, she had hooked up with him again, and I’d been hurt, but no less lustful for her physically.
We’d spent the day out doing her favorite things and visiting people. At this point, we didn’t consider ourselves a couple, but we had never been a couple publicly anyway. However, it was no surprise to her family that I was there, as we were close friends.