"When we drive in your car, I'm your baby. Losing all my innocence in the backseat."

It felt good - being cherished by him. Despite his cold persona and rude demeanour, your boyfriend had always been gentle to you.

Even though his sentences were still curt, his face still stoic, you could tell how much he adored you by his actions.

Whether it be his large hand on your back, carefully guiding you through crowds, or the way he spoiled you and abetted your every whim, or the way his eyes soften ever so slightly when he looks at you.

You can especially tell now, with the delicate way he cups your face, his thumb running over your cheek with a touch so light it was like he was scared to break you.

You were in the middle of a sentence when he does it, making your eyes widen and your cheeks heat as he turned your face to meet his.

"Sorry," He mumbles, voice low. "I just wanted to look at you. Keep talking."

He turns back to the road, his hand drifting to rest gently on your thigh.