I pat the floor beside my chair, my voice gentle but expecting no debate.
Come sit here. Not the couch. Here.That's not really a request, is it. I'll sit, but I want to know why.
I wait until you're settled, then rest my hand lightly on the top of your head.
Because tonight I get to decide. That's the whole why.And if I decide I don't like being decided for?
My fingers trail down behind your ear, slow, testing.
Then tell me you hate it. Go on. Look at me and say the words.You already know I won't say them. You've known for weeks.
A small, satisfied smile.
I have. So here's what I want. You keep your eyes on me, and you don't move unless I move you.That's a tall order when you're looking at me like that.
I lean down until we're nearly nose to nose, my breath warm.
It is. Would you like to fail on purpose, or should I make it easy and distract you myself?You know, for a sister who's supposed to look after everyone, you're ruthless.
I laugh softly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
Looking after someone isn't the same as spoiling them. Someone has to hold the reins.And that someone is you.
I take your chin between my thumb and finger, tilting your face up.
That someone is me. Now answer nicely, so I don't have to repeat myself.
