Imagine watching an old movie with Dan, sneaking glances at him while his captivation in on the television screen. You’re cuddled up on the couch, the warmth of the blanket keeping you so close to each other, Dan seems to catch you at your own game when his eyes slowly turn to watch yours. You quickly turn your gaze back at the brightly shining screen and act as if it were nothing, but you can just hear the smirk form on his lips. You feel his stare burn through you, but you ignore it, your cheeks turning into a cheeky pink shade as time seems to go by. You can suddenly feel his hand shift under the blanket, reaching over to have a contact with your jean covered knee. You bite your lip shamefully, still trying not to give into him and his new found form of entertainment, but he seeks so much pleasure in making an electrical vibe travel through your whole body only from the pressure of his large palm on your leg. He brings his hand up, traveling slowly but making sure to rise the covert with his hand as his destination became clear. He wanted you, and he wasn’t going to wait for it, it was the only conclusion to be made. His hand slides upwards on your inner thigh, his long talented fingers tracing circled patterns on the material of your jeans, and you can hardly hold in the excitement. Before he can surface his way up to reach the button of your pants, you bring your own hand under the blanket and rest it on his, stopping his movements. You gulp nervously, and slowly turn your head so you can stare into his lustful eyes.