Watch a movie with him

"Sure, a movie sounds good," you tell him.

"Anything you feel like watching?"

"Not really, anything's fine."

Waylon flips through Netflix for a moment before settling on a movie you feel like you've seen a long while back but can't quite remember.

However, you find it difficult to focus on the movie as it plays. You're distracted by many sensations; the feel of Waylon's arm across your bare shoulders, the low whisper of his breathing, the slow thumping of your heart, and the rough texture of the towel against your breasts.

You feel the towel slipping lower and glance down to see one nipple poking just above the top of it. As you look back up at the television you suddenly feel Waylon's hand touch lightly on your knee and begin sliding slowly up your thigh.