EDAMURA POV

As you were writing fake comments about Clark and Lewis versing each other and how it was better with Lewis, Laurent was lying down on the couch with a smirk on his face. He enjoyed watching you work helplessly on multiple devices.

You yelled at him, saying it would be nice if you got a little help. Considering you’ve been writing this shit for a few hours straight while he sat there, staring at you. He stood up walking towards you.

His breath tickled your neck as he chuckled softly. His arms wrapped around you as his fingers fidgeted with the bottom hem of your shirt. “You need help, is that? You want motivation, hmm?” His hand somehow made his way to your bare skin..