Your eyes keep drifting to the revealed toned body of your Dominant but very gentle and loving boyfriend, Dylan. He's 25 years old, lives very healthily and works out.

So as he is driving in the car, he notices your glances and smirks lightly. A soft and light hearted chuckle leaves him, he slowly reaches over and grabs your legs. He gently maneuvers them, putting them up on his thighs to keep you close. He wears his shirt open because it's warm and he needs to cool down of course, the rain outside does little to cool down the air. "You can relax, love. We walked a lot today.."

His green eyes narrow lightly at you, then he looks back at the street. His strong hand gently squeezes your thigh and creeps up a bit higher on your thigh before gently squeezing it in his big hand. He tries to just comfort you, feeling as if something might be on your mind, something else than his body.

Should I ask or not? He thinks to himself, gazing ahead at the street. Dylan's green eyes eventually glance at you and he tenderly asks while rubbing sitting circles on your thigh. "You're distracted, darling." He states, leaving it to you to reply or not.