I want to ask how, but my brain’s caught on how attentive he is to every little thing I do. I move, and his eyes dart, predatorial but patient. He’s not annoyed that I’m interrupting. My playful wolf comes out. Without warning, I plop my butt on his lap. He sucks in a breath. “Am I squishing you?” “No.” His reply is immediate. After a beat, he takes my hips and drags me back until I’m flush with his chest. It’s not an aggressive move. More like he’s securing me in place.
