Chapter 66
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“Oh, good,” I let out a sigh of relief, as well, finally keeping in mind this was James I was talking about. He’d never hurt me. His past was his own, but as his present, he’d never disrespect my choices. “You scared me there for a minute.”
“You freaked yourself out. One minute we’re eating pizza, the next, you’re about to jump through the glass and into the lake just for a swift escape.”
“Well,” I had no defense. “Whatever, let’s play pool. I’d like to learn to beat your ass.”
I help him remove the food placed on the pool table and he hands me a cue stick and a blue eraser thing.
“What’s this?” I asked.
“That is a Magic Eraser, you rub it on the tip of your cue. It adds friction so it don’t slip when it comes in contact with the ball,” he answers.
“Oh,” I noted his tips and tricks. I really wanted to beat his ass. “Am I doing this right?” I asked as I take my pool cue and bend down on the table, following the one TV Program I saw about playing pool. I doubt I was doing this right but my instincts and luck were usually on my side.
James further solidifies my doubts by laughing at my attempts to look like a real pool player. He grabs my hips and pushes me lower, straightening my posture and sight at the ball. Reaching for my hands on the cue on the table, he moves them lower, too, saying it was for better aim. Or maybe he was just ensuring I lose to him.
His face was mere inches from mine. I could feel his hot breathing on my neck, and I gulped in a tense way. It was not the only thing I could feel. His pelvis was resting behind mine and something solid was inching closer to mine. It made me feel apprehensive, but I don’t react. He doesn’t acknowledge it, and so I ignore it, too. I was not going to give in to his lustful attempts. He’s not going to defeat me in that way. Our last conversation about the same topic didn’t go swell, and I’d love to avoid anymore confrontation about s*x, altogether. Or at least limit it to once per night.
“Hold your cue that way and just focus on the ball you’re trying to hit, okay?” He instructs and I nodded.
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