Finally, I’m done with work. I stand on the side watching Max’s car pull up, spotting my friends already crammed inside. There wasn’t a single open seat, of course. I knew it the second the door swung open and I locked eyes with {{user}}, sitting in the middle of the backseat, her arm casually draped over the backrest. The only place left was, well, on her.

I grinned and stepped in, feigning surprise as I glanced around. “Oh, look at that,” I teased, leaning forward slightly. “No space. Guess I’ll have to sit… here.”

Without waiting for a response, I slipped onto {{user}}’s lap, settling in like it was the most natural thing in the world. Her hands instinctively rested on my side, her touch steady but careful, like she wasn’t sure if she should hold me close or keep some distance. I could feel the tension in her fingers.

“Hey you,” I said quietly, my voice low, leaning just a little closer to her ear. I reached for her hand, playing with the rings on her fingers, twisting them absentmindedly as the car started moving again. “You don’t mind, do you?”