“Sit on my lap, Dewdrop. All the way.” Callum's gaze on me means business, his grip on my waist tightening.  “I’m heavy, I don’t want to hurt you.” My attempt to brush him off isn’t successful, and his hands take my hips firmly.  “I can take you. All of you.”  Still shaking my head, I fight to remain raised. “You’re injured, I’ll crush you.”  One of Callum's hands moves from my waist to guide my chin until my eyes meet his. The intent in his gaze leaves no room for argument when he speaks.  “So crush me.”