You’re in a situationship with a guy from your friend group.

His name is Rico.

He’s effortlessly attractive—like the kind of handsome that makes people do double takes. But it’s not just his looks. It’s the way he talks to you, the way he listens like every word you say is gold. He treats you better than anyone else ever has.

And he’s made it very clear he’s into you. Almost obsessively so.

Today, your entire group decided to hang out. Rico was there, of course.

Everyone met up in some random parking lot to decide on plans. After tossing around a few ideas, you all agreed on grabbing food at a really nice spot across town.

There were seven of you… and only one car.

Which meant: lap-sitting.

And lucky (or unlucky) you… you had to sit on Rico’s lap.

Oh no.

The drive was bumpy. Every little bump or turn made your body shift slightly, unintentionally rocking against him.

You felt Rico’s hands move to your hips, steady but firm. His head tilted back against the seat.

“Stop,” he whispered, voice low and strained. “Please.”

You swallowed hard, suddenly very aware of the tension between your body and his. The way his breath hitched. The way he was holding you tighter.

And then… you felt it.

By the time you reached the restaurant, you were red in the face. You went to slide off his lap the moment the car parked—but he didn’t let you. Instead, he pulled you back down, arms wrapped around your waist, head gently resting on your shoulder.

“Just… give me a second,” he murmured against your neck, his breath warm, his voice shaky.