The car was too crowded.

You didn’t even know why you had accepted the group ride, but there it was.

Four friends already occupying the back seat and, when you opened the door, there was only a single empty space - technically.

Will Grayson III

Sitting loose, of course, with open legs, one arm on the backrest.

He looked at you with that typical air of someone who knew he was going to take advantage of the situation.

“Only if it’s on my lap, princess,” he said, patting his own thigh twice.

You snorted. “You’re unbearable.”

“And you have no choice,” he replied with a sly smile.

With everyone looking and laughing, you got into the car, reluctantly sitting on his lap.

Bad will... until the car starts to move.

His hands naturally ended up on your waist, like someone who didn’t want anything - but holding tight enough for you to feel every damn finger.

“If you want, you can hold my neck,” he murmured in your ear.

“Or in my ego. Both are too big to fit in here.”

You had to hold back your laughter.

“You flirt like those who breathe, Grayson.”

“And you sit on my lap like someone who wants more.”

The tension was absurd. The others in the car weren’t even paying attention anymore, but you two were there, in a silent game, where every move of yours caused a reaction from him.

You slipped slightly when the car went through a hole - and you felt it.

“Be careful,” he whispered, his voice hoarse.

“If you keep rolling like this, there will be no turning back.”

You turned around a little, staring at him from the corner.

“Do you want me to stop?”

The answer was a long look. Intense.

A half smile pulling the corner of his mouth.

“No,” he said. “I want it to start.”