Teagan looked at him. "Oh, I realize that," she said, knowing there was a bit more to her words than she wanted. He lived alone. He didn't want or have guests. Probably the sooner that she left the better, but she still didn't want to leave without a shower. Or actually, leave at all.
She turned to look back at him, frowning. "You can stop now," she said, grabbing an article of clothing. "You can just stop already. I'm fine. And you don't--" She stopped and shook her head as she kept grabbing at her clothes. She was torn between wanting to curl up in bed beside John like she would have before, if he'd have her, and wanting to just go home and curl up in her bed alone. The urge to lay beside him was definitely the stronger of the two, though. And nearly every movement hurt, not that she'd show it or tell him.
"You do realize," she said turning to him with a near glare, "that a woman losing her virginity is not actually traumatizing or horrible? I'm not going to... have to go therapy or something? Every day countless women sleep with guys for the first time and no one is traumatized. Whatever... whatever you're getting out of really is more annoying than endearing. Don't act like you care when you don't," she added thoughtlessly, immediately regretting the words. Turning away again quickly, she finished gathering her clothes off the floor.