Every time they touch, he becomes totally uncool.
He would blush fifty shades of red and whenever he tries to speak, he would stumble over his words and his hands would twitch just slightly, longing to pull her into an embrace and take her right then and there.
And she would give him this look that endangers her virginity.
And when he goes to sleep later that night, he would dream of provocative actions that only her father would dare to do.
Believe him. He would do them in reality.
Easy peasy lemon squeezy,
Soul you no cray cray
But you kinky.
And me likey.