Abigaille pulled her hand back, her sweet smile widening as she leaned closer, her eyes glinting with playful accusation, her voice a sugary, enticing purr.
"Oh, Liv, darling." She cooed, her hand resting lightly on Kafka's thigh, her fingers tracing lazy circles. "Just moments ago, you were all high and mighty, saying you'd reverse what I've done, make our boy see that this...closeness between us is wrong, that a mother and son shouldn't be like this."
"And yet, here you are, sweet Liv, clinging to him like he's your man, not our son, acting so possessive, claiming his...well, his parts as yours alone."
"...My, my, how the tables have turned, haven't they?" She said, laced with amusement, but they struck Olivia like a blade, her eyes widening with a sudden, shameful realization.
Olivia's breath caught, her cheeks flaming as she pulled her hand back, her gaze dropping to her lap, her voice a low, defensive murmur.
