It is, so it's only a matter of time until that shit trickles down hill

He keeps touching her, just lightly petting her skin, sometimes playing with the parts he knows she enjoys most. Letting calloused hands linger and squeeze.

"I get it. That's fine if you want that. I won't stop you and him from enjoying Italy, but I want to at least take you to dinner there." His tone is not a question. He's not asking her to go to dinner with him in Rome, he's demanding it.