Restlessness + you, never boded well. Especially during car rides that had a long way before the destination. The size of Stefan’s car? His little red Porsche (as cute as it is), didn’t help the matter either. Leg bouncing up and down, you fidgeting with almost anything, and Stefan glancing at you every two seconds to see how you were holding up.

“You gonna make it?” He asked in amusement. You gave him a look and just shrugged. When the car stopped, you glanced out the window only to see a car in front of him, and then another, and another. Oh great. Traffic.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me-” you groaned, rubbing a hand over your face. Stefan started to rub your thigh to comfort you, and it was working, but also making you flustered at the same time. But then his hand started to go up, and up, until it reached under your baby pink dress..

You gave him a look that said “what’re you doing?” And he just replied, “Curing your restlessness.”