zayne watched you struggle with the pool cue for a few moments before stepping in to help.

"let me help," he whispered, his voice calm and reassuring.

he moved closer, his chest pressed against your back. his hands—rather intensely—guided yours, adjusting your grip and stance. you could feel his breath on your neck as he spoke softly, explaining the mechanics of the shot.

"aim for the center of the cue ball, and follow through smoothly."