"Well, you're being silly. You were scared of him hurting you, so you didn't say anything. That's what I expected."
She slipped her arms around his waist, burying her face in his chest. "I'm so tired, Warner," she said after a moment. "He really went after me there."
"Would that be okay?" she asked. "I'm sorry I'm such a wimp, it's just... I wish I could explain it adequately. It's almost fascinating how much it hurt."
She seemed embarrassed. "Could we, uh... could we spoon? I know it's embarrassing, but... I don't know. We don't have to."