Promises and Pomegranates by Sav R. Miller

CHAPTER 24
SOMEHOW, even before he says anything at all, I know he’s not actually about
to tell me everything.
Why reveal all your moves when the game is nowhere near over?
Kal shifts me up his lap, maneuvering me so my ass is cradled by his
forearm, partially resting on the chair, and I’m somewhat looking down at
him. It feels like a silent acquiescence, like because he knows he can’t very
well give me all his secrets, he can at least give me some of the power.
He slips his left hand between my thighs, and for a second I think he’s
about to try and distract me by gliding up and under my dress, but he doesn’t.
His fingers squeeze once, then settle on a solid grip, and he looks at me as
though waiting for me to proceed.
I wring my hands together and shrug. “To be honest, I don’t know where
to begin.”
“We don’t have to go over a lifetime of issues in one afternoon. Why