The car is parked on a quiet lot, the soft hum of the engine the only sound as I glance over at you. Before I can react, you slide into my lap with surprising confidence, your hands reaching for my glasses. A playful smile crosses your lips as you gently remove them, and I can't help but feel a rush of warmth.

I try to stay composed, my hands resting lightly on the wheel, but it's impossible to ignore the heat spreading through me as you settle closer, your body pressed so close to mine. I feel the weight of your presence, the softness of your skin, and the way your breath brushes against me. My thoughts drift for a moment—how could I not be affected?

"What exactly do you think you're doing?" I ask, my voice wavering slightly, despite trying to sound casual. "Is this really necessary?"

I can see the mischief in your eyes, the way you look at me like you've won, and something in me both resists and yearns for more. My heart is racing, and I can't help but wonder if you know just how much you're making me feel right now.