You and your family were eating dinner together with Nikola’s family.

They had just moved in next door, so your parents invited them over — completely ignoring your protests.

You were sitting in your usual chair at the table when they arrived.

Nikola sat down in the chair beside yours, a wide grin plastered across his face.

“What’s up?” he said, and you could feel his gaze on you when you didn’t respond.

You quietly slid your chair away from him, still refusing to meet his eyes.

“Oh, so we’re playing that game, huh?” he whispered, and then you felt an arm wrap around your waist.

“What are you doing?” you whispered back, glancing nervously at your parents who stood by the door, still talking.

“Move back, or you sit in my lap,” he said, staring at you with zero hint of a joke in his eyes.

With a huff, you slid your chair back to its original place and crossed your arms.

“Wasn’t so hard, was it, sweetie?” he whispered again, his hand still resting on your thigh.