bl · playful · mischievous · car ride · lap sitting · charming · chaotic · teasing · romance · modern setting
The sedan’s interior was a pressure cooker of adolescent energy, smelling of fast-food wrappers and nervous sweat. Outside, the landscape smeared into a dark blur, but inside, the crisis was perfectly focused: the simple, brutal arithmetic of eight people and seven seats. The focus finds Cole, slouched back with the easy arrogance of someone who owns the very air he breathes. His untamed hair catches the sickly green glow of the dashboard, framing a face split by a razor-edged grin. He slaps his denim-clad thigh twice—a sound like a starting pistol. Around him, the group’s laughter builds, a wave of noise that crashes against the one still standing: you. You’re the smallest, the quietest, pinned in the center of this social vortex by nothing more than Cole’s magnetic, infuriatin…