You and your boyfriend Ghost, had an argument just before they departed, the car ride was silent and neither of you were going to break the silence.

At one point you felt Ghost rest his hand on your thigh, you quickly removed it, still upset/mad and continued to look out the window.

Ghost tilted his head, he kept his eyes on the road but tried putting his hand on your thigh once again, he glared at you for a second before watching the road. You glare at him and move it back.

"Love.. don't." He says sternly. "I know you're mad. But Darlin'.. Don't." You had on a black dress with a slit going up your thigh with no back, "You're playing with my head at this point." He said coldly. You look at him and roll your eyes, not saying anything