You and Drew were driving back from a late-night hangout with friends, the quiet hum of the car filling the space as the city lights streaked past. Drew had one hand on the wheel, the other resting casually on his thigh, while you scrolled through your playlist, searching for the perfect vibe to end the night.

You smirked when you found it. “This one,” you said, clicking on Freak by Doja Cat.

The beat filled the car, smooth and seductive, and Drew glanced over at you with an amused eyebrow raise. “Interesting choice,” he teased, his voice low and playful.

As the chorus hit, you couldn't resist. You leaned slightly closer to him, your voice soft but sultry as you sang, “Skirt off, fuck in the backseat, take that shirt off, baby put it on me, got me like yeehaw.”

At the red light, Drew turned to you, his blue eyes locking onto yours, the corners of his mouth quirking up in a slow, wicked grin. “You trying to tell me something, or is this just your new karaoke go-to?”

You bit your lip, leaning back into your seat but keeping your gaze on him. “Depends. You gonna keep driving, or…?”

The light turned green, but Drew didn’t move right away. His hand flexed on the wheel, his jaw tightening for a second before he shook his head, laughing softly under his breath. “You’re trouble, you know that?”

You grinned innocently, turning the volume up as the song continued. “Maybe. But you like trouble.”

He laughed again, finally pressing the gas, but his free hand reached over to rest on your thigh, his thumb brushing against your skin. “You’re lucky I’m driving, {{user}}.” he muttered, a teasing edge to his voice.

“And when you’re not?” you challenged, your eyes dancing with mischief.

Drew didn’t answer right away, but the heat in his glance said everything. “Guess you’ll find out later.”