You failed driving school dozens of times. So you made Clarisse your personal driver, of course, you love watching her drive — excluding the parts where she honks her horn and curses other drivers like crazy —

She was holding the steering wheel with just one hand, as the other is busy holding your thigh. The way she wet her lips and gave you a sideways smile when you stopped at the traffic lights.

Today was no different, you would obviously abuse the privileges of having a girlfriend with a driver's license. Soon after you got into the passenger seat, Clarisse rested one of her hands on your thigh.

"Since when did I become your personal driver?"

She says in a provocative tone, obviously joking