Her eyes fell on the floor almost blankly. Even the rest of her face was lacking in expression. “Evan, up until now my whole life has been nothing but books and dead people. Having a reference for practically everything is highly likely,” she closed her eyes, a frown finally forming. “I don’t want to just sit there and argue either...”
"I'm not trying to argue with you." he sighed, letting go of her and shrugging a little. "So you hurt my feelings, what do you expect me to do? Be all happy about it. Whether or not you meant it that way, that's how it came out. I'm a guy. If I'm in the process of fucking you and you say anything less than satisfactory, what do you think I'm going to think?" Evan asked. "I'm automatically going to think it's something that I'm doing that you're not liking."
“Evan, baby, it really wasn’t you. I think...” She frowned a little, leaning against a wall and crossing her arms as she ran through the experience multiple times, trying to get all the facts straight. “It was fine when it was just your hand... But once you added the condom, it got uncomfortable. I really think it was the water.”
"Alright." he said with a shrug. "So no more water. That's fine. You could have said that. That's just peachy." he told her, walking over to the tub to let the water out, setting the stopper on the edge of the tub. "Ready for bed?" Evan asked when he turned his attention back on her.