Ester’s POV
Lucas placed me facing the piano, on the elbow side of the L-shaped large leather sofa bed, before taking his seat at the piano stool.
"Come here, drummer boy," I called Dave, patting the seat beside me. Lucas's face briefly soured, though he tried to hide it.
Dave sat beside me, and I leaned into him immediately, my back against his chest. Rose settled near my feet on the sofa, while Lucien sat on the floor in front of her, his head resting on her inner thigh. He turned on the TV, selected YouTube, and typed "karaoke" into the search bar.
"Mate, you okay?" I asked Lucas through our link.
"How could I be, when my mate is leaning on her ex's chest like that?" he growled.
"Oh God, I'm sorry."
Just then, Dave's phone rang. He answered, irritation evident. "Hello? You what?!
