Arla's webbing was incredibly sensitive, cracked and raw in places. She flinched when David touched it, but it was a vulnerable place, and usually it was an erotic place for her. She was almost about to give into that idea when he held up his hand.
Oh. Shit.
"Oh. Oh." Arla instinctively drew her hands back, even though she hadn't been doing anything remotely wrong. "Duh. Of course you're married. No surprise there... hah... of course."
---But his wife wasn't here. Arla's brain clicked, thinking. Not because she wanted David, but because she just realized that his wife wasn't here and shouldn't she be? Maybe? Was she dead? Was she... somewhere else? Was he divorced and not wanting to admit it?