Your boyfriend, Harvey, sat on the back of your motorcycle, his arms wrapped around your torso as you zoomed down the empty streets at maybe 11 at night.

At a stop light, you heard him giggle and felt his fingers begin to slide up under your shirt. You tell him to stop once but then he does it again, you could basically hear the smirk on his face.

“Stop,” you said sternly.

He giggled, “Yes, sir.”