I don’t like seeing you hit.”
“Well, to be quite honest, I don’t like being hit unless it’s by you.” As soon as it was out of my mouth, I realized what I had said. “That sounded all sorts of wrong.”
“Insanely so, actually.”
“To be clear,” I said to any overhearing ears, “I hit him back--”
“Hard.”
“It’s a very give-and-take, non-abuse type hitting situation…”
The sides of Liam’s mouth folded up like an accordion. “You should probably stop now.”
“I’m trying. My mouth keeps moving of its own accord.

Auteur: Tammy Blackwell