I push off his shoulders, trying to get back on my feet because I’m still draped on top of him. And that’s not exactly the best place to be. Not with him confessing his feelings and blowing my mind. But Alistair drags me down into his lap and wraps his arms around me. I’m trapped. “What are you doing?” “Don’t ignore my question. It’s rude.” “You’re the rude one.”
