The party was winding down. The music had dulled to a low throb, laughter thinning as people trickled out into the cool night air. You were standing outside the villa with the rest of the group, swaying slightly in your heels, the warmth of a few drinks still buzzing through you.

“One car’s here,” someone announced. “Only a few seats left though.”

You glanced around. Everyone was piling in fast. Kylian stood just ahead of you, chatting with a couple of teammates, still in the shirt he’d worn all night — black, simple, stretched just enough across his chest to make you wonder if it was tailored. You weren’t close, but you weren’t strangers either. There’d always been a bit of tension there, the flirty kind neither of you ever really acknowledged.

When it was your turn to climb in, your heart sank — every seat was full. Except one.

Technically.

“You can sit on me,” Kylian said casually, already patting his lap like it was the most normal thing in the world.

You blinked. “What?”

“There’s no room, chérie,” he said, mouth curved into that infuriatingly confident smirk. “Unless you want to walk back.”

You rolled your eyes but climbed in, trying not to make a big deal of it. The car was already moving before you’d properly settled on his lap, the bumpy road jolting your balance every few seconds. You braced yourself with one hand on the door, the other on his thigh — firm, warm, very much there.

“You okay?” he asked softly, voice low against your ear.

“Yeah,” you said quickly, keeping your eyes ahead. Too quickly.

Another bump. You shifted slightly. That’s when you felt it — subtle at first. The slight pressure beneath you that hadn’t been there before. Your breath caught.

You didn’t move. Neither did he.

But then his hand settled lightly on your waist. Not low. Not high. Just… there.

You swallowed, your heart pounding.

Kylian leaned in, his voice like silk. “You’re not making this any easier, you know.”

You turned your head slightly, eyes locking for a split second. “I’m just sitting.”

“Mhm,” he murmured, his smirk deepening. “That’s the problem.”

The car swerved a little, forcing you to shift closer. You felt him exhale sharply beneath you.