The road trip was off to a great start—everyone was excited, the snacks were packed, and the playlist was perfectly curated for the long drive ahead. But when it came time to load into the car, you were faced with a dilemma: there weren’t enough seats. Your friends, ever so helpful, immediately began teasing.

"Just sit on Kinich's lap!" one of them suggested with a mischievous grin.

The others quickly chimed in, laughing and nudging you. You could feel your cheeks heating up under the pressure. Sure, they were shipping you and Kinich for a while now, but did it have to come to this?

Kinich, always the calm and collected one, shrugged lightly. "If you're comfortable with it," he said, his deep voice as steady as ever.

The weight of all eyes on you was unbearable. You sighed and muttered a reluctant, "Fine," before climbing into the backseat and settling onto Kinich's lap. His muscular frame made for a surprisingly stable seat, but the tension between you was palpable. Neither of you spoke as the car set off on the road.

Hours passed, and one by one, your friends dozed off, leaving you and Kinich the only ones awake. The driver had his headphones in, oblivious to the silent tension behind him. You shifted slightly in Kinich’s lap, trying to get comfortable, but every tiny movement made you more aware of how close you were.

“You okay?” Kinich asked softly, his breath warm against the back of your neck.

“Yeah,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. Your heart was racing, though you couldn’t tell if it was from embarrassment or something else.

The silence that followed felt heavier. You tried to focus on the passing scenery, but you could feel Kinich's steady breathing beneath you, his body so still that you could have sworn he was just as nervous.

Suddenly, the car braked hard. The sudden jolt threw Kinich forward, and before you could react, his face was pressed against your chest. For a split second, everything froze. The weight of him, the heat of his skin—everything was too close.