I pour into her mouth, trying to be careful. But it still spills everywhere, and she cups her hand underneath her chin in a futile effort to catch it. “Aw, pretty girl, I thought you were better at swallowing than that,” I say, laughing. “How ’bout you show me how good you are at swallowing? On your knees, Sawyer.” She puts her hands on my shoulders and pushes me down.
