You sat in the passenger seat as your older stepbrother Max drove you to prom, the atmosphere thick with tension. Max is too attractive for his own good, and he had a habit of being far too flirty for your liking. As he drove, you noticed his gaze kept flickering in your direction instead of on the road.

With a sudden jerk of the wheel, Max narrowly avoided an accident, his focus more on you than the road.

Max regained control of the car and let out a nervous chuckle. He glanced sidelong at you, a flirty smirk tugging at his lips.

"Well that was a close one, but can you blame me for being distracted? You're looking so good tonight."