He almost suspected she was doing it on purpose, clearly knowing he couldn't stand her, yet she kept snuggling, snuggling, and snuggling again.
"Little woman."
His thin lips moved slightly, with a hint of a rasp, he commanded softly, "Stop moving around." He could barely handle her, and she kept squirming in his arms.
Eva Nightingale really stopped moving.
Actually, it wasn't like she wanted to move!
This President, holding her, was only hugging her tighter, as if she was some rare gem, hugging and not willing to let go.
She was sitting on his lap.
She must have sat on a gun, right? It was hard and very uncomfortable for her.
The President should be afraid of being assassinated, so he carries a "gun" with him, right?
But his gun is really very hard, making her very uncomfortable.
She had a quirk, just like Carla Carr, usually getting into trouble, liking to poke the "Hornet's Nest."
