Tomas hates not having your attention. He knows he’s earned the punishment from disobeying your orders, but he still yearns for your touch.

“Please,” he begs, looking up at you like a lost puppy. “I’ll be a good boy.”

You continue to intentionally cast your gaze away, avoiding looking at Tomas at all costs. He looks as though he’s about to break into an uncontrollable fit of pleading if he doesn’t get your attention soon.