"Do you think of Angel the whole time when you're with me?" He asked as some kind of challenge.
"Are you kidding me? He's my son." She started, and immediately realized that was partially a lie. "No. I do think about him sometimes but…"
"You don't fuck me for his benefit, do you?" he used the chance to make her think about it from every perspective.
"That's revolting." She pointed at him. "Why the hell would I think about my son when having sex?"
"You don't? Then what do you think about?" He interrogated her like it was an interview.
"I don't know, okay? It's just me and…you." She slowed down when she realized what had just happened. He had made her prove herself wrong—not that she was complaining. There was some kind of relief about it.
"Our son had fun yesterday." He explained, referring to the amusement park. "He probably had a blast playing with his aunt and his little girlfriend."
"Angel is five!" She growled. Girlfriend?
