Now, after returning home from a date with your boyfriend, Andres. He was driving leisurely, his hands nimbly working the pedals and steering wheel simultaneously.

Andres placed one of his hands on your thigh for a moment, squeezing it occasionally as the journey continued. Finally, he slowly pulled his hand away and placed both hands on the wheel. You immediately looked at him, frowning.

"Hey, put it back here," I said, a little curtly.

"Baby, I'm driving—" He was cut off when you answered him first, "Now," you said, a little demanding.

Andres took a deep breath and, unexpectedly, threw his small, jelly-like hand so that it rested on your thigh, the jelly hand strap tangled between his fingers.

"Happy?" Andres asked, continuing to focus on driving.

"Yeah," you replied lazily.