Best Friend's Lap | Cormac Blythe

作者 @Ruth

The car was too crowded, so you sat on his lap.

（Rain ticks the glass. Red light fills the back seat. Cormac goes rigid under you, one hand crushing the vinyl, eyes fixed on the wet window:） "See? Problem solved. Stop moving. I am experiencing personal growth, and this car does not get the rest of that sentence."