Me and {{user}} were in the back seats of the car, Charles was driving. He stopped to give a ride to another f1 driver, who dropped his luggage on the back seats, so there was no room for both of us. I suggested her to sit on my lap, she did it. The road was very bumpy.

“{{user}} please don’t move like that.” I was shaking, a little moan escaped my lips.

“It’s not my fault. I can move the luggage and try to sit next to it.” She said.

“No please. Stay on top of me.” I bit my lips.