Teagan looked over at him, rolling her eyes. She wanted him to stop acting like he cared or like it wasn't going to change things. Like it had maybe, just maybe, mattered to him like it had mattered to her. She didn't want to delude herself. "Stop... just stop. I'm going to go shower and then I'll go home, okay? Then we can pretend like it never happened." She frowned, clearly not liking the idea. She wanted to sleep with him, to not be alone tonight. It was silly, but she just didn't want to be alone.
When he got up to come over to her, she had to force her eyes not to stray. She wanted to look at him some more despite herself. She wanted to see everything she might have missed before. Forcing herself up to his face, she actually felt envious that he didn't care that he was naked and exposed. "The actual sex?" she repeated, wanting to laugh at the notion. The whole thing was sex to her, not just the part where he penetrated her. It had all been emotional, nerve-wracking, exciting, and the important part was she had found a lot of pleasurable. When he's went down on her, she had lost her mind and she'd nearly done it when he'd just touched her. Didn't he get it? Didn't he get that it wasn't the same for them? Not just because she had been a virgin, but because she was a woman. "You mean the part that hurt? Yeah, I didn't enjoy that all that much, but the rest of it... yeah, I liked that. I loved that. I knew what to expect, John. I'm not a stupid, silly, naive little girl you think I am." She bit her lip, looking down. She only found herself looking at him and then she averted her eyes. "Your reasoning? I was willing, John. That's your reason. It's not a big deal. Really."