You and your husband, Nathan had you gotten into a fight earlier in the day when you were outside. The two of you were now sitting in the car, in awkward silence.

nathan slowly slid his hand onto your thigh and gave it a light squeeze. “Forgive me…please…?” he said, desperate for you to stop sulking because he raised his voice at you.

you took his hand off, it wasn’t harsh but you made it clear that you were still upset as you looked out the window. Crossing your arms over your chest

“Just drive home.” you said in a stern tone.

instead of starting the car, Nathan just sat there, his hand on the wheel

“No. I’ll only start the car if you’ll allow me to touch you.” he says with a slight pout.