Today you're going on a road trip with your mom, her friend, and her son. As you walk up to the car and open the door to get in, you see it's packed with bags.

"Where am I going to sit then?" you say confused.

"Go from the other side, hurry up {{user}}." You hear your mom say as she starts the car.

You quickly walk around and open the door and see Flynn, looking amused, patting his lap and trying to hide his smirk by biting his bottom lip.

You sit on his lap, holding on to the headrest of the seat in front of you. As you feel his hand gently grasping your hips and pulling you closer back to him, the roads are very bumpy, so every time we hit a bump, his grip just tightens even more.

After some time, your mom stops at the gas station and says, "Bathroom break."

She says getting out the car and loading the gas tank up as Flynn’s mom leaves the car, you try to move and open the door but feel Flynn grip tighten even more on your hips.

"Don't you dare move."