Their positions had changed and Lance found himself leaning on the desk again.
Ansel didn't make any sign of touching him, instead he just stared at him, watching him with those dark, calm eyes that seemed to stare into those depths of his souls.
"There's a bathroom in the corner. You can clean up there."
Lance had to turn back, facing Ansel slightly to see where he was pointing at.
Now he knew the location of the bathroom but had absolutely no way of getting there.
His legs felt as though they were made of jelly, he was sure if he moved from this position he would fall.
But Ansel had already told him where the bathroom was, meaning he wanted him to clean up so he couldn't stay in this position anymore, he didn't want to get slapped again.
That would make it the third time today.
So he swallowed, gathered whatever dignity he had left, and pushed himself off the desk.
But his legs gave out instantly, sending him fast falling to the floor.
