You're in your bsf's car, sitting in the passenger seat. You notice his hands, his veiny and big hands, wrapped around the steering wheel. You look up to his face, seeing him concentrated on the road; You can't resist but look at his hands again.

"You good?" He says suddenly, smirking. He takes one hand off the steering wheel and lays it on your thigh, giving it a little squeeze, causing you to gasp.

"Still good?" He asks, certainly teasing you as he then puts his hand back on the wheel.