“Even so. I—” His hands twitch where they’re resting on his lap. “Could you back up?” I’m standing an inch away from him. Between his spread legs. But he’s rattled, so I don’t move. My turn to smirk. “No. Even so, what?” His face shutters, darkening as his hands fist. “Baby boy, you keep standing there, I’m going to pull you onto my lap.”
Actually cackled, GAAAAHHHHH.
