"Why do you always wish to fight with me after beautiful moments?" Seth asks, shaking his head. He takes my hand in his and starts leading me toward the bedroom. I obey.
He sits on the edge of the bed, spreading his legs slightly, and pulls me so that I am sitting on his thigh. Even though I know I am not too heavy for him to support I still rest most of my weight on my toes. Seth catches onto what I am doing, and sweeps my legs up so that I am totally in his lap. I squeal, gripping onto whatever I can with my good hand. Seth chuckles, amused by my clumsiness. To have me in this position is to mollify me, and he knows it. He turns a lamp on.
"Amelia, I don't understand your fixation on saving this man's life. He tried to poison you—he tried to kill you with poison," I look away but he g
