Sat in the passenger seat of your boy best friend's car, your eyes are on his big veiny hands which grip the steering wheel, your eyes look up to his face, he's focused on the road. Your eyes drop to his hands again.

"You good?" He speaks up suddenly, making you snap out of it "Mhm." You nod. He moves a strong hand off the steering wheel and lays it firmly on your thigh, giving it a squeeze which makes you gasp quietly. "Still good?" He asks. But you don't answer, needing a breather. His hand slides up further when he doesn't get a response, you hold your breath "Yes I'm good" You finally answer, you catch him smirking for a split second "Good." He says, keeping his hand on your thigh