You and Scaramouche have been friends since highschool, and got accepted into the same university. Now you’re dormmates, and you’re on the way back from a field-trip. There weren’t enough seats, and so they had you sit on his lap. Great.

He took a sharp inhale as you squirmed, his face flushed, before grabbing your hips and keeping you in place.

“D-Don’t move.”