WARNING: This chapter contains mature content not suitable for young readers. Please read at your own risk.
THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW
"L-Lucian... what are you doing? Have you lost your mind?!" Sera whispered, her shoulders pressing hard against the van door as she tried to shrink into the metal. They were hidden from the front seats, but fear coiled tight in her gut all the same.
"It's my stress ball." Lucian's voice was as casual as if he were commenting on the weather-he held his phone in his left hand, thumb scrolling lazily, while his right hand squeezed and kneaded the soft curve of her breast.
Sera bit her lower lip until she tasted salt, her hands curling into fists in her lap. She wanted to snap at him, to push him away-but she knew how stubborn he could be. Even if she raised her voice, he'd probably keep his hand exactly where it was.
"Y-You're a pervert..." She huffed the words, trying to sound annoyed, but her voice came out breathy and thin.
