Iris:
"Hell no! Are you crazy? Why would you even suggest something like that?" I argued, letting him know right away that I wasn't comfortable even thinking about it.
Our history was messy enough that the thought of sharing a cramped space, let alone sitting on his lap, felt like torture.
Still, for an alpha, he didn't seem too sharp. He actually looked offended, as if I'd said something completely out of line.
"Why?" he questioned, making me turn my head toward him. The space was so tight that I couldn't even turn around fully.
"Because we're separated," I hissed, facing forward again.
Silence settled between us. Then, without warning, he stretched his arm, pressing his bicep against my nose.
His scent hit me instantly.
I shoved his arm away, struggling to move him off me.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I snapped.
"What? I can't sit here with my arm twisted. Where am I supposed to put it?" he complained, shrugging arrogantly.
