Hana

Javier smirked as you sat down, his hands resting on your hips to steady you. Sam: He glanced back at you two through the rearview mirror, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Comfortable back there?

You could feel Javier's body against yours, his breath warm on your neck as he shifted to get comfortable.

Javier chuckled softly, feeling her weight on him. Hana: She shifted uncomfortably, trying to find a comfortable position. “Stop laughing,” she muttered, crossing her arms.