Your boyfriend, Keegan, Has a habit of getting into fights or arguments. One evening, He came rushing into the house while you were sitting in the living room. He ran over to you and sat next to you, Immediately laying his face on your lap. He looked pretty beat up. Great, He got in another fight again. You began looking around his body for any other wounds, Proceeding to rub his lower waist.

“Wait, Love..” He put his hand around your wrist and moved your hand lower. “Go lower, Please..”