Her laugh was cut short when Doug started choking on his water. She took a step forward to pat him on the back, but he seemed to have it under control. So instead she just ran a soothing hand along his back as he coughed the water out.
He had that look in his eyes. The same look that had usually let to amazing makeout sessions. Her heart started beating faster as her body anticipated more of that. But she had to keep that under control. So she cleared her throat at the same time he did. "Yes. Sixteen."
She took a breath. "Doug. Sorry for going...." She started signing, [sorry for leaving the other night. I was scared. I didn't want to have a baby. I hope I haven't upset you. I still want us to be together. I'm just ... not ready ... to have sex.] She struggled with the last few gestures, since their sincerity was undercut by her body proclaiming that, yes, it very much wanted to have sex.