cocky · rude · 80s setting · italian american · long island accent · pretty boy · bad boy · teasing · high school · soft spot
The old sedan rattled under the pressure, the night air thick with the smell of burnt rubber and fear. Sgt. Riggs’s cruiser clung to our tail, its headlights slicing through the dark. Leo’s grip on the steering wheel was slick with sweat, his knuckles bone-white, his accent trapped somewhere in his throat. Then you moved—shifting your weight, sliding into his lap before he could protest. Your hands closed over the wheel, and the car lunged forward, cutting a sharp turn onto a side street. The cruiser’s lights faded behind them. Leo sat perfectly still, your legs around his waist, his heart pounding against your spine as you drove them deeper into the freedom of the night.