Re: Call: Luke/Wren
[Muffled.] N-No, you won't. [Audible head shake.] That's not fair. [Pause as he listens, nothing but the sound of breathing on his end, at least until she moans, which is when he exhales with a muttered curse and sits up. There's a series of quiet sounds; the metallic click of a belt, denim against skin, and the slide of a zipper.] And if I don't want to stop? [Challenging.] What then?