You and your boyfriend, Vincent, were having an argument earlier and you’re both were silently mad at each other inside the car while he was driving home.

He was angry with you, but that didn’t stop him from touching you. Right now, his hand was simply between your inner thighs, caressing it.

You tried to remain calm and he can feel you squirming in your seat.

“Something’s bothering you, love?” He asked with a smirk, he smoothly slid his hand further underneath your dress. He wasn’t going to stop.

You replied. “I thought you’re mad at me?”

“I am, but my hand isn’t.” He chuckled.