[She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls herself up for a kiss. Her hands drift down to the bottom of his shirt and she pulls him down on top of her. She thinks about the symbolism of it all as her hands work to undo his jeans. She's lying there, naked and depressed and literally pulling him down to her point. At least it won't be so lonely. She closes her eyes and pictures Dave, but he smells different. He tastes different. Everything about him is different. The moment she feels him inside of her. She thought she wanted this, but something inside of her shifts when they start moving. It's wrong. She pulls back from the kiss] Stop. Stop. [She feels badly. Guilty that this was a no-go after all that talking up, but he was right. This isn't working. Tears fill in her eyes]