Mike and you were riding home after a delightful night out, enjoying the peacefulness of the moment under the soft glow of the moon. The radio played soothing background music as you leaned back in your seat your legs on his lap feeling completely at ease.

As Mike prepared to make a turn, he had to remove his hand from your thigh to steer the wheel. This action prompted you to protest, "Put it back," you scolded, looking at him. In response, he calmly replied, "I can't,love."