"I'm fine." Like Noah, she had decided on second thought that the mattress did not look like a very good place to be. The floor was fine. And besides that, she was too distracted by her own thoughts to really mind the floor that much at the moment. What had she just done? What in the fuck was she thinking?
"Noah," she began softly. "You aren't..." She swallowed hard. "You won't tell anyone about this, will you?" She'd definitely get fired if he did, that is if they believed him. And they might. Why did she always put herself in this position?