𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝑩𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒇 (𝑨𝑴𝑩𝑾)

55: competition

Third-Person POV -

The night air was thick with something unspoken as Chan pulled onto the empty road. The city lights flickered past in a blur, but neither of them was paying attention to anything outside the car.

Liliana sat in the passenger seat, still wrapped in his hoodie, the scent of him clinging to her skin. Her fingers played idly with the hem, her mind spinning from everything that had happened on the rooftop. The taste of his kiss still lingered on her lips, and every time she shifted, she was hyperaware of the way her thighs pressed together.

Beside her, Chan gripped the steering wheel tighter than necessary, his knuckles flexing. The veins along his forearm stood out in the dim glow of the dashboard lights, his breathing a little deeper than usual.

The silence between them wasn't uncomfortable-but it was charged.

Liliana risked a glance at him. His jaw was tense, his lips slightly parted, and his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. His shirt sleeves were pushed up to his elbows, revealing the way his muscles tensed every time he adjusted his grip on the wheel.

God, she hated how attractive he was.

The tension was unbearable.

She shifted in her seat, crossing one leg over the other, the movement drawing Chan's eyes for a split second.

His jaw clenched.

His grip on the wheel tightened.

His voice, when he finally spoke, was low. Rough. "Stop that."

Liliana blinked innocently. "Stop what?"

Chan let out a slow exhale, one hand briefly lifting to rake through his curls before gripping the wheel again. His voice dropped even lower, barely above a murmur.

"You know what."

A slow smirk curled at the corner of her lips. Oh, this was fun.

"I have no idea what you mean, Chan," she murmured, leaning back, deliberately letting the hoodie slip slightly off one shoulder.

His grip faltered for half a second. His fingers flexed.

The air between them sizzled.

Chan tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, exhaling through his nose. His patience was running thin.

"If you keep looking at me like that," he muttered, "we're gonna have a problem."

Liliana raised a brow, feigning innocence. "Like what?"

Chan's eyes snapped to her for a brief second before returning to the road. "Like you want me to pull this car over."

Her breath hitched.

Because the way he said it-low, slow, commanding-sent a shiver down her spine.

Liliana swallowed, heart pounding against her ribs.

The idea was tempting.

So tempting.

But before she could push him any further, the car rolled to a slow stop. They were home.

Chan turned off the ignition and finally-finally-turned to face her.

The dim light from the streetlamps outside cast shadows over his face, highlighting the sharp cut of his jaw, the intensity in his eyes. He didn't say anything at first. He just watched her.

Liliana's breath was uneven.

Chan exhaled slowly, then, with deliberate slowness, leaned in-his face mere inches from hers.