SAMANTHA’S POV

"I'm done," I jolted as Lucas' words hit my ears, causing the skin on the neck to rise with goosebumps.

"You didn't have to do that," I replied, a little startled. He had a playful smirk on his face and that got me disgusted. The shirt seemed to accentuate his structured body, hugging every part of his muscles that popped.

"I didn't have to do what?" He questioned, the smirk still plastered on his lips.

"You didn't have to whisper into my ear to tell me that," I retorted, my voice filled tinged with anger.

Lucas's retort was swift, his tone laced with mockery. "Aha! Now you know how I felt when you lied about being intimate with Audrey."

I rolled my eyes, "I thought we've moved past that?" I questioned, feeling a little but awkward that he referred to the incidence repeatedly.

He sat on the couch and turned to face me, his knees slightly brushing on mine. "I don't think we have not quite,"

I couldn't hold back my anger and frustration at his words. "You can't just throw that in my fac