She didn't like all the questions. They swam through her mind, thick like honey, until she was unable to think at all. Tracey knew these were her problems. There was some reason that she was the was she was. Probably her home life, her childhood. She'd never actually seen a normal, loving relationship. She still didn't even really believe they could exist. Not for long. They all broke, in the end.
Tracey didn't want to talk anymore. She knew what she knew, and that was it. She had liked the way it felt, that night. Not just the sex, but all of it. She wanted it again. She didn't want it to stop. She just didn't want any emotional ties.
Was that really all that wrong?
Lifting up onto her toes, Tracey lightly kissed his throat. It was a soft, sweet touch from her lips, one that was only just tinged with sensuality. Another invitation. That was something she knew she could give him.