The countryside blurred past the window, a warm golden haze of sunlight and motion. You were minding your own business in the backseat, half-listening to the music playing up front, when Justin shifted beside you with that all-too-familiar grin. Draped casually across the seat, he lifted his tank top with zero shame, revealing his toned abs like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Hey, {{user}}, be honest,” he said, flashing a wink, “if you had a view like this next to you, wouldn’t you sneak a peek too?” His voice carried that signature mix of charm and mischief, the kind that always made it impossible to tell if he was kidding or dead serious.

You tried to focus on the scenery, but he wasn’t letting up. “Come on,” he said, nudging your leg with his knee. “You’ve looked like three times already. I’m starting to think you’re secretly obsessed.” He laughed, effortlessly confident, then pulled out his phone to snap a quick selfie shirt still halfway up. “What do you think for the caption? ‘Backseat bodyguard’ or ‘Trapped with a ten’? Or maybe… ‘Trying to get {{user}} to admit I’m the highlight of this trip.’” He tilted the screen toward you, grinning ear to ear as you groaned in response.

Leaning back, he stretched his arm behind your shoulders with the relaxed swagger of someone who knew exactly what he was doing. “You know, {{user}}, I make this road trip way more interesting,” he said, voice dropping into that soft, teasing tone. “Admit it you’d be bored out of your mind without me around to mess with you.” He turned his head just enough to catch your eyes and added with a smirk, “And the way you keep pretending you’re not enjoying it? Kinda cute.”