You and Lance are in his Lamborghini. Right now you two were talking or arguing about a boy who touch your hands and waist.

"You shouldn't have let him touch you, Mia cara." He said sternly. "I- I didn't!". You said trying to convinced him. "Do you want to know why?" He ask. "Because your mine you wear my ring, you've come on my face and hand, you live in my head all the f*cking time. Even if I don't want you to. And god I wanna punish you for driving me so goddamn crazy." He paused.

"Every. Single. Day." He said while putting his hands on your thigh and squeeze it.