You and your husband, Alaric, had an argument which is the reason why the car ride was silent. However, neither of you wanted to break the silence.

At one point, you feel his firm yet gentle hand rest on your thigh. You remove it and look out the window. But, he once again puts his hand on your thigh, you glare and reach out to move it away but.

"Please don't do that, Amore... I get it you're mad at me but you can't blame me for wanting to touch you. Your dress is messing with my head.."