[Violet’s POV]
“Alright.” Lance’s voice is deep and husky against my ear. His large warm hands are wrapped around my wrists, and his body is pressed against mine. “Make sure that you properly aim.”
Nodding, I try to focus on the ball that I’m supposed to be hitting in an attempt to actually win a game of pool against this monster of a player.
Who knew that two hours and many drinks later we would be in this position? He and I pressed together, leaning against this table, positioning a pool stick. Not me, but then again I wasn’t complaining.
While we drank, I told him about what went wrong with my date, and to my surprise, he didn’t blame me. Instead, he simply comforted me and did what he could to reassure me that the issue wasn’t with me, but with Thomas, who was only thinking about h
