She didn't like to admit it, but she was afraid. Of a lot of things it seemed. She half wanted to blame him, he had pulverized all her walls into fine particles of dust. But that wouldn't be right. She'd let him do it. "Yeah they're alright. I just rubbed lotion on them, don't think the skin is quite ready for that just yet." Biting the bullet she pulled back the covers and climbed beneath them.
As much as she wanted to lay down, roll over and just go to sleep, and pretend that there wasn't some barrier between them. She couldn't do it. So instead of curling up on her side, facing away... She propped her pillow up against the headboard, and leaned against it. "I think we need to talk..." She trailed off. "I might be the most naive non-virgin around... But I know somethings up." She could guess. He was Anthony DiNozzo after all.
She couldn't face him. She could risk her neck in a freaking tornado, but she couldn't face the man she loved. He scared her more than high winds and hail the size of her palm. Tony had the ability to hurt her more than anything physical, ever could.