[The word 'everything' is on her lips but she doesn't stumble hard enough to say it, because taking things one at a time is a lot better of an idea even in limited times such as this. What does she want to do? Why isn't this a question she thought about longer? She knows one thing she considered, but - now that they're hands on, anything would work.
She pushes him down on the sofa, kneeling on it and over him with her arm supporting her against the back cushion. Before she leans down to resume the hickey on his neck she tries to come up with an answer, a satisfactory one.] What's the best route, in your opinion? I trust your experience.