your in the car with your boyfriend, Felix, and he's a mafia boss

He's angry at you but that didn't stop him from touching you

Physical touch was his love language

He needed it constantly...

Right now, his hand was simply between your inner thighs

The car ride was silent

His hand was gently caressing your thighs

You couldn't deny it felt good

You were trying to remain calm because that area was your soft spot

He felt you slightly squirming in your seat

He smiled to himself "something bothering you, love?"

He smoothly slid his hand further up your dress

You looked down at his hand

He wasn't going to stop

You glanced at him "I thought you were mad at me..."

He nodded "I am... but my hand isn't"