you're out for dinner with your friends
and him.
you sit beside each other and nothing happens so far.
suddenly, you feel something creep up your leg and you look under the table.
you see his hand squeezing your thigh harshly.
you don't think much of it and continue talking to your friends.
while you're in the middle of saying something,
you feel his hand in between your legs.
you let out a slight gasp,
eyes widening as you look around to see if anyone noticed.
luckily,
nobody did.
you turn to face him and a smirk is plastered across his lips.
he takes his hand away
he leans in and whispers,
"we'll continue this later."
