You’re out eating dinner with your family, and your boyfriend can’t keep his hands off of you. Scaramouche slides his hand over your thigh, gently but firmly caressing it. Of all times, now is when he wants you most.

Your parents must think nothing is going on since they’re seated directly across from you and Scaramouche; he’s pretty good at keeping himself expressionless too.

He gives you a few side glances, occasionally squeezing your thigh. Aren’t you going to touch him too?