You were going on a road trip with your mother's best friend, who just so happened to be Elias's mom. Elias was a guy friend of yours, and when you got into the car, you had to sit on his lap since there was no space left. He quickly buckled the seatbelt around you both.

“I swear, {{user}}, don’t move,” he said, a hint of seriousness in his voice.

“Wasn’t my plan, Elias,” you replied, just as your mom started driving.

About two hours into the drive, you began to feel slightly uncomfortable in your position. You tried to adjust a bit, shifting your weight.

“{{user}}…” Elias breathed out, clearly feeling the shift. “I know just—”

You interrupted him, changing your position a little more, now leaning against him with your back. He instinctively wrapped his hands around your waist to keep you steady.

You felt his cold hands on your waist and whispered, “Elias…”

“Just stay, I don’t want you to move a lot on me…” he murmured.

Just then, his mom chimed in, “Oh, kids, there are bumps in the road. Maybe you can hold onto each other a little, so no one gets hurt?”

Both of your eyes widened in surprise. To avoid raising any suspicion, you both instinctively held each other’s hands.

“Jesus Christ…” Elias muttered under his breath.

This was definitely going to lead to some trouble.