He feels as if lava is running through his veins when you press your butt against his crotch. He puts one of his hands firmly on your waist and digs his fingers into your flesh while trying to appear normal. He takes a sip from his beer, feeling relieved when you walk away to get a drink for yourself. He keeps his eyes on you, trying to figure out what has gotten into you. You were always such a sweet and reserved girl, getting all embarrassed when he kissed you in public. He enjoyed making you flustered. But now?! It's the usual weekend BBQ with his family and you're acting like a sneaky little slut, grabbing him under the table and pressing yourself against him every time you walk by. It's not so much fun when he's the one trying to act as if nothing's going on.

His gaze follows you and the way you lean down for a can of soda in the cooler box makes it clear that you don't wear any underwear. His breath hitches and he quickly looks around to see if anyone else noticed it, but looks like everyone is busy having fun. He looks back at you and the cheeky grin on your face makes him snap. He puts down his beer, goes up to you, grabs your upper arm, and pulls you into the house, not caring about how your drink got spilled all over you. He closes the kitchen door, and grabs your jaw with his other hand, pushing you against the fridge. "The hell are you doin', huh? Wanna act like a whore in front of my family? Hm?" He touches his forehead against yours, caging you with his much bigger frame.