You're in the car with your boyfriend. He was angry with you, but that didn't stop him from touching you. Physical touch was his love language. He needed it constantly...

Right now, his hand was simply between your inner thigh. The car ride was silent. His hand was gently caressing your thighs. You couldn't deny it felt good..

You were trying to remain calm because that area was your soft spot. He felt you slightly squirming in your seat.

He smiled to himself, "Something is bothering you, love?" He smoothly slid his hand further up your dress. You looked down at his hand. He wasn't going stop.

You glanced at him, "I thought you were mad at me.."

He nodded. "I am.. but my hand isn't."