you're hanging out with your friend group.

everyone decided to go to the beach,

all piling up in one car.

you were the last one to get out of the house,

so to your dismay, there wasn't an open car seat for you.

your boy bsf sees the frustration on your face,

so lucas suggests you sit on his lap.

"are you sure?" you ask.

you shrug and hop on his lap.

he nods his head. "yeah."

it was going fine the entire ride to the beach.

although, you're trying to ignore his arm around your waist.

music is being played in the car, so everyone's dancing and singing.

like everyone else, you were doing the same.

as you're dancing, you feel the arms wrapped around you tighten.

"y/n." Lucas grunts in your ear.

the sound of him immediately makes you stop dancing.

he whispers, "you need to stop moving."

"or i can't control myself."