Olivia’s P.O.V
Lucas and I were in his game room, him trying to teach me how to play pool and quickly losing his patience with me and I don’t blame him. I may have broken a couple of things when I first tried potting the balls, Opps, my bad.
“It is not that hard, Olivia,” Lucas said, pinching the bridge of his nose.
I know I shouldn’t have, but I found myself hitting a state of giggles. Lucas looked at me, more like glaring at me, but I could see his face soften, and he soon started laughing.
“I am sorry. Can we try again?” I said, pulling myself together.
“Last time, OK?” He said sternly.
I nodded, getting into position at the table. I hear Lucas mutter not very pleasant words behind me. I soon feel him come up behind me, his front against his back. He used his knee to part my legs.
