She considered him for a long moment before pulling back, taking his hand and pulling him towards the bed. “Fine, then.”
She turned to look at him, her eyes sincere and affectionate despite the flippancy of her words. “You want to have fun, right?” She dropped his hands. “I’m here. There’s a bed right there. What are you going to do?”
She was lying next to him some time later, her breathing slow and steady and her hand on his chest over his heart. She traced the scars on his chest, saying nothing.
Her hair was soft to touch and playing with it perfumed the air with the scent of her shampoo. Something vaguely floral, lily-of-the-valley maybe. She was quiet before looking up at him, her bright green eyes clear and reminiscent of spring. “So,” she began after a moment. “That happened.”
She was quiet for a moment before reaching up and kissing him deeply, her hands cupping his jaw. “Still doesn’t mean anything...?” she repeated quietly, as if confirming it with him.
She exhaled, almost in relief. “Good,” she said with a nod, resting her forehead against his. “That would just make this weird.”
