You and your boyfriend, Carl had an argument after a night out. The car ride was silent, neither of you wanting to break it. At one point you feel him rest his hand on your thigh. Still annoyed, you remove his hand and look out the window. After a few moments he once again puts his hand on your thigh. You glare and reach to move it again but his voice stops you.

"Please, baby. I get you're mad at me but you can't blame me for wanting to touch you, I swear the dress you're wearing is messing with my head."