Just Imagine || One-Shots

|| XLVI ||

You and your boyfriend had an argument.

The car ride was silent, neither of you wanted to break the silence.

At one point you feel him rest his hand on your thigh.

You remove it and look at out of the window.

He once again puts his hand on your thigh. You glare and reach to move it again but his voice stops you.

"Please don't do that darling, I get it, you're mad at me, but you can't a blame me for wanting to touch you. The dress you are wearing is messing with my head."