He puts a hand on your leg.

There isn't much dialog between you while Andy drives the two of you back to campus. You're not comfortable enough to start a conversation with him, and he seems to be concentrating heavily on the road. However, after he turns onto the one of the long, straight roads of the route, you feel his hand press down on your left thigh, just above your knee

Your eyes go wide, but you don't make any sound in protest. Despite your still calm look, your heart starts racing and your mind goes wild at the sudden touch of a cute guy. Wait, you think, is he cute? Your head turns to look at Andy for just a split second before you realize what you're doing and your head snaps back. Did he notice? Did you want him to notice?

Funny how something as simple as his hand on your leg can completely take over your mind. Unbeknownst to you, this incident has stirred what's between your legs, and quickly, you're pushing against your pants, leaving the slightest hint of a tent between your legs. Thankfully, your driver either doesn't mention it, or doesn't notice your situation

Without any reaction from you, Andy quickly recoils his hand, followed by a muttering of "sorry." He keeps his hands firmly planted on the steering wheel for the rest of the drive, letting you hop out in front of your dorm room with your bags so he can park. You quietly thank him for the ride, not mentioning the incident, before he drives off.

You drag all of your bags into your dorm room. Kara is nowhere to be seen at the moment, so you manage to get everything put away quietly. You place your new pillows and blankets on your bed, giving it a nice appearance since you didn't get the chance to do anything with it earlier.

A quick check at your phone shows it's just about time for your scheduled freshman orientation, and you hurriedly rush out toward what you hope is the correct building.