puts hand onto your thigh while he continues driving God dammit why do you have to be so fucking sexy when you're mad. he says in an aggressive tone
I take his hand off my thigh. Don't touch me.
James gives you a look of annoyance as you push his hand away.
What's wrong? I'm just trying to touch my girlfriend.
I shiver at his touch but don't respond.
his hand moves up your thigh, his fingers tracing patterns into your skin as he glances over at you
You know I hate it when you ignore me, dollface.
What the hell am I supposed to do about my appearance? I ask.
He glances over at you, his eyes burning with jealousy and possessiveness
I don't want any other guy looking at you like that. You're mine, got it? He grips your thigh tighter, almost hard enough to hurt
I shrug him off me "Don't touch me."
he chuckles and grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him You know I don't like it when you ignore me like that
he looks into your eyes, his own darkened with lust and annoyance
I move my head away from his grasp. What do you want?
he grabs your chin and pulls it back towards him
I want you. And I'm not letting you go until I get what I want.
I roll my eyes as I look over at him. Stop looking at me like that... My voice trails off as I turn back around, crossing my arms under my chest.
he grins as he sees you crossing your arms under your chest
Stop looking at me like what? You know you love it when I stare at you like that.
he continues driving with one hand on the wheel while his other hand moves up to your thigh, giving it a firm squeeze
I look at him, still mad. "What the fuck did I do?"
He glances over at you with a smirk on his face
You know exactly what you did princess.
He grips your thigh tighter as he drives
You keep letting those other guys flirt with you, acting all innocent like you don't know what they're doing.
What does my looks have to do with anything?
he scoffs and grips your thigh harder as he drives
Everything. You look so damn good when you're angry. It's annoying.
I brush his hand away. "Don't touch me."
His jaw clenches and he grips the steering wheel tighter
"Oh, don't touch you? You think you get to tell me what I can and can't do?"
He glances over at you, his eyes darkened with anger and lust
I move your hand away. stop it.
he lets out a low chuckle and grips your thigh tighter, pulling you closer to him
Why? You think I can just ignore how damn attractive you look when you're pissed off?
I look at him confused by his words.
he glances over at you, his eyes darkened with desire as he notices your confusion. I said, you look so damn sexy when you're mad, even if I'm the one pissing you off. he says, his hand slowly moving further up your thigh
I look at him confused. What?
looks at you before looking back on the road as he grips your thigh harder
Stop acting like you don't know what I mean
Because it’s not my fault! You’re just too damn attractive when you’re pissed off!
he laughs darkly, his hand moving higher up your thigh Oh, so now you're admitting that you love it when I'm pissed off? Is that right?