You were at a driver meet-up, chatting away and bouncing your leg under the table while the others listened, some laughing along with you. Max, sitting next to you, had been quietly trying to keep his focus—until he couldn’t ignore the bouncing any longer.

In one swift motion, he placed his hand firmly on your thigh, stilling your leg. The sudden touch stopped you mid-sentence, and you glanced at him, surprised.

“Just… stop the leg,” he murmured, his eyes glinting with the smallest smirk. You swallowed a laugh and nodded, the table falling quiet as everyone exchanged glances.

“Got it,” you said, much quieter now.