He really loved you. You were his beloved girlfriend, after all. He thought about you, day and night. Your sweet voice, your kind personality. He also thought about other things of yours too. He'd rarely ever act on these things though. Occasionally stealing glances at things he shouldn't be looking at, just barely grazing his hands over sensitive areas in public.

You two were in a chauffeur, going from place to place for his job. Suddenly, he places a hand on your inner thigh. "Hey, baby?"