The night air was crisp as he drove with one hand on the wheel and the other laced with yours. The glow from the city lights flickered past the windows while the soft hum of the engine filled the comfortable silence. His 21st birthday dinner had been perfect—thanks to you—and now, with full bellies and warm hearts, you were cruising down the quiet road back home.

“Had fun?” you asked, peeking at him with a small smile.

He glanced over, grinning. “Best night I’ve had in a long time. You really outdid yourse—”

Then it happened.

His car speakers suddenly boomed:

“𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘥𝘦…”

His head snapped toward the dashboard in disbelief. You kept your face forward, biting your lip to stop the giggle bubbling up.

“You did not,” he muttered, ears turning red as he turned the volume down in a panic, eyes flicking to the road.

“Oops,” you said, way too innocently. “Must’ve been a glitch in the Bluetooth…”

He turned to look at you, half-laughing, half-horrified. “You hacked my car to play Birthday Sex?! While I’m driving?!”

You couldn’t hold it in anymore. You broke into a fit of giggles, hugging your knees to your chest in the passenger seat. “You should’ve seen your face!”

He shook his head, but his smile was wide. “You’re the worst.”

“I’m the best,” you corrected. “And now you’ve got a birthday memory you’ll never forget.”

He reached across the console, giving your hand a quick squeeze before focusing back on the road. “You’re lucky I love you.”

You leaned over and kissed his cheek. “I know.”

Just as he pulled up to a red light, he smirked and whispered, “You do realize I’m getting revenge, right?”

Uh-oh.