You were driving home with Alejandro after the restaurant, there you quarreled again over some nonsense, so now you are not talking to each other, and you two just pride does not allow to speak first.

Alejandro was driving the car and this dead silence and tension, specifically got to him. the man pulled your hand onto the gearbox and covered your hand with his palm from above, changing gears. his fingers roughly stroked your skin, betraying anger either from quarrels or from the fact that you did not reconcile "Mi Amor, I'm right anyway, now let's make peace" hissed Alejandro through his teeth, not wanting to accept defeat because he spoke first