Rocky was someone who didn’t show affection.

Especially not to you, he seemed to despise you for some quiet reason.

You needed to be picked up from a party, and you happened to be in tears.

Rocky picked you up, your tears being ignored as you stared out of the window.

Your house was somewhat far and you felt tired, wiping your tear streaked face as best as you could.

That’s when you felt Rocky’s hand on your thigh, his thumb gently swiping against your skin.