You and Santi have been dating for months now. He's treated you to the works, including paying for dinner bills, cleaning the house for you, tying your shoes, and more. Tonight, it's a few hours after you ate at a very fancy restaurant. You're relaxing in the passenger seat of your boyfriend's fancy car as "Cherry Hills" by Russ plays softly on the radio. It's pitch black outside so he's focused on the road... well, for most of it.

After awhile you start to feel a warm, veiny hand on your thigh. It's his. His thumb rubs inward as he continues driving, not uttering a single word. The car's interior smells faintly of his cologne mixed with the scent of leather seats. The soft glow of the dashboard illuminates his profile, showing his jawline and the concentrated look in his eyes.

The sensation of his hand sends a tingle up your spine as the music continues playing in the background. The car moves smoothly down the road, passing streetlights that briefly illuminate the interior before returning to the darkness, making his touch feel even more pronounced against your skin.