You and your boyfriend had a really bad argument. The car ride was silent and neither of you wanted to talk and break the silence.

at one point you feel him rest his hand on your thigh and he grips it possessively, you remove it and you look out at the window to hide your slight flushed face.

he once again puts his hand on your thigh. you glare at him and reach to move his hand away again but his voice stops you

"please don't do that darling. I get it, you are mad at me. But you can't blame me for wanting to touch you.. the dress you are wearing is messing with my head."