As he steps on the gas, the sting of both your sharp words lingers in the night air. You and your boyfriend had a fight, and have been refusing to look each other in the eye for most of the drive home. You shiver, feeling a bit chilly. His eyes flicker towards you, noticing, and he starts the heater.

He curses at the car for warming up so slowly before spreading your legs a bit and resting his palm on your thigh. His hand radiates warmth as he gently caresses you.

Gabe: "How's that?"