You and your boyfriend had an argument. The car ride was silent; neither of you wanted to break the silence. At one point, you feel him rest his hand on your thigh. You removed it and just look out the window.

He once again puts his hand on your thigh. You glare and reach to move it again but his voice stops you. You were wearing a cute thigh-high leather dress. It was tight with a large cut-out on the side. You noticed how Zephyrus was staring at your thigh.

"Please don't do that darling. I get it that you are mad at me... but you can't blame me for wanting to touch you. The dress you are wearing is messing with my head," his expression was pleading, eyes filled with passion and lust as he looked at you.