"Ha! Sorry." Yelena was glad she held back her instincts to rake her nails down his back in her eagerness. "Maybe I wanted a mark of my very own." She was joking, but it was possible that an unconscious part of her responded to his reaction of shying away from the touch of his abdominal scar.
As she laid there, she experience that distinct feeling of being intently watched. Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see Will studying her closely. Yelena gingerly rolled over onto her side. She was pleasantly sore, but more importantly, she was careful not to make more of a mess.
"Why do you look like you want to ask me something?" she asked with a small smile, resting her cheek against her hands on the pillow.