I don't fear for my life, just my skin. He takes a step back and lets go of his hold on me all at once. I rock backwards away from him, landing on my hands and knees. He rushes back into the hold, pulling me up to a standing position using my head, smoothing my hair and smiling down into my face like I was his greatest experiment and then he becomes very serious.
I'd like to kiss you but I don't think I'm going to.
Lochlan laughs from amongst the quilts (where we thought he was still sleeping). Me neither. Possibly not for days.