Shit! At the near miss, Bjorn gasped and closed his eyes because he was scared. A fucking accident was not his intention and he realised he should have thought before touching the ginger. Fuck---but Rekker was a good driver and had gained control. Of course he had. The Swede's heart near in his mouth but now he was looking at Rekker with wide-eyes feeling his heart start to calm down after near jumping out of his chest.

"Fuck---I didn't mean to make you do that. You're a fucking good driver though."

That was the truth of it all. As for made up fantasies? Bjorn had loads of those. Daydreams and naughty dreams revolving around the grumpy Brit. He wouldn't try to touch Rekker again not while he was driving since a wreck wouldn't be good at all. Also Hans would fly off the handle at that.

"You're taking me back to your huge ass mansion and driving me around in a fucking expensive sports car. Sugar daddy vibes, babe."