action;
Neither do I. [She continues before he argues with that.] Not like this.
[It was different with Tyki and even that time with Oliver and the one with Cross. Those were about distracting herself and feeling something else. Something less painful. Something less empty. Something of her own creation. Something she could control or thought she could at least. Not that...every time with Tyki had been like that. It hadn't. Things had gotten comfortable. Intimate. But it was never really...sweet. She cared about him, but she never trusted him. Not completely.]
I wasn't planning this. [It wasn't a booty call. The bed was just a place to sit, right? She's not sure she's ready for... Okay, she's not sure what this is. But she's not pulling away either.]