He agrees but has an important condition

“How do you know you're not going to back out after you fuck me?” Benz asked, “If we’re going to do this, I'm fucking you first.”

“Fine by me,” you reply, happy that he's accepted your offer, “But if we're doing this, we’re doing this right. Let's do it at my house. You can go to the clinic tomorrow.”

A bit taken aback that you agreed to his terms, Benz could only nod and follow you back to your car.

“Did you drive over here?” you ask him.

“Yeah but I can just grab it when we come back tomorrow. I've told my parents that I'll be out this weekend,” he responds quite casually, reminding you of how you two once were.

You drive off and head back to you house.

“It's been a while since I've been at your house,” Benz comments softly as you continue to drive, “And to think that we used to spend so much time here.”

“You’re the one who stopped hanging out with me,” you reply curtly, “It’s not as if I didn't try reaching out to you. You kept pushing me away.”

He looks at you briefly, a mixture of guilt and something else filling his face.

“What’s done is done, all we can do now is move on,” he states with finality just as you reach your house.