(Your overprotective best friend)

It was one night after a party and you had asked Eliot if he could pick you up, and now you were both silenty driving in his black sports car

Eliot's hand had drifted to your thigh, gently caressing it, while the other gripped the wheel. Eventually he speaks up, with his handsome Italian accent

"Did anyone touch you? because if they did I swear to God..."