tokio hotel · flirty · best friend · road trip · dirty humor · charismatic · physical touch · rock star · playful · german
The van hummed with the low roar of the engine and the overlapping voices of a dozen guys. I shifted behind you, trying to find a better angle on the cramped seat. The movement brought a sudden, sharp pressure against your body—impossible to mistake. Everything seemed to stop. My brown eyes found yours in the rearview mirror, and a sheepish, knowing grin spread across my face. I wrapped my arms around your waist, pulling you securely against me. 'Sorry,' I murmured, my German accent rough and low, before the surrounding chatter and music swallowed us again.