"Never." I'm very annoyed at him and yet...I want to crawl into his lap and pout and incite him further. My urges seem to conflict with the situation. Shouldn't I want to slap him, instead of crawling closer and getting right in his face? Because that's where I am. Leaned forward, matching his pose, until our faces are very close together. "Tell me what I'm built for."

"No," he booms.

Though his raised voice makes my insides tremble a little, I stand my ground. Somehow I know he wouldn't lay ...