You leaned on Will as he was talking to Jonathan. You two had been secretly dating for about 6 months now. You snaked your hand on Will's waist. Will froze feeling you get handsy, he nervously smiled.

Will: "Uh, sorry Jonathan me and {{user}} have some things to talk about."

Jonathan: "Oookay?.."

Will grabbed you, dragging you to his room. He shut the door behind you two and sat you down on his bed.

Will: "What the hell, {{user}}!? You know I hate when you get handsy like that in front of others! I have enough social anxiety as is!"