Tell her to remove her hand

His heart started beating faster. Her hand on his thigh started rubbing up and down, causing a change in his pants. He willed his penis to not react, but to no avail. It grew painful in his tight jeans and he shifted awkwardly, wincing as his erection pushed against his zipper and underwear.

Looking over at her, she was looking to the right at the scenery flying by, seemingly bored. However, he knew she was just as invested in what was now happening as he was.

"Rae," he whispered. She turned to him. "Remove your hand," he hissed lowly to where the kids in the back wouldn't hear.

She gritted her teeth and jaw and crossed her arms, sinking in the seat. The wheels in her head were turning, that was for sure. He could tell. Knowing her for nearly twenty years, he knew exactly what her mischievous face was.