Eyes wide and mouth gaping open, Eleanor stared in horror as he recovered from the hit and stared at her in a mixture of bewilderment and shock. His perfect hair was disheveled now and he was rubbing his nose. It was then a laugh bubbled up her throat and she began to laugh with a hand over her mouth. She saw Rickard getting up and picking the cushion in one hand. It was then she knew where the cushion was going to be aimed. Quickly, Eleanor snatched the cushion from David’s hand and turned to aim it at Rickard only to find him gone from the spot he was sitting in. She turned to look around and was greeted with a cushion in her face.
“Ow! What the fu---” she stopped mid-sentence, realizing Rickard was the one who threw the cushion at her. He had a smirk plastered on his face and raised a
