She reads one more page, and he slides his hand under her skirt. Her hand flies to his, squeezing. "Stop." Her tone is serious, and her grip is threatening. His grip tightens, and he presses his fingers into her skin, causing her pain. "Ow, Gabe! Stop!" "I'm just trying to make the most of this arrangement." He responds, moving his hand to the book and setting it on the coffee table. "Hey! I was reading that!" She raises her voice. "Lilly..." He pauses, thinking of how he wants to say what's on his mind. "Tell me about the books you read for fun. The ones where the main character gets fucked like a good girl." Gabe's tone deepens and Lilly feels a flutter in her stomach. "Ya know, I need to get home. We can pick this up again tomorrow. My dad's gonna start worrying, and I don't want that. I'll get my shit together, can you take me home?" When she stands, he looks down from her face to her thigh. The skirt is higher when she's standing so he sees the hand shaped bruise forming. Lilly follows his gaze. "Shit! Gabe, you don't know what kind of problem you just caused! It's okay, I'll wrap this around my waist and turn it to cover the bruise. Just don't touch me like that unless I lose my damn mind and ask you to." Lilly frantically wraps the purple jacket from her bag around her waist and positions it over the bruise. Gabe gets ready to go and opens the door for her after disarming the security system. Once they're in the car, he arms it again, peeling out of the driveway with a squeal. Lilly fidgets with the jacket, cursing to herself.