She probably looks like one of his shiny firetrucks, chin tucked toward her chest, eyes downcast. He's deferring to her, and she has no idea what to do with that.
"I've never — I mean, I–I didn't know there was different ways of — more ways'n we've already — that's–that's all I've ever ... "
She'd laugh if she didn't feel so foolish.
Her voice drops conspiratorially, as if there are others listening in and she's sharing something meant only for his ears. Or, perhaps, she's halfway hoping he won't hear her at all.
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She probably looks like one of his shiny firetrucks, chin tucked toward her chest, eyes downcast. He's deferring to her, and she has no idea what to do with that.
"I've never — I mean, I–I didn't know there was different ways of — more ways'n we've already — that's–that's all I've ever ... "
She'd laugh if she didn't feel so foolish.
Her voice drops conspiratorially, as if there are others listening in and she's sharing something meant only for his ears. Or, perhaps, she's halfway hoping he won't hear her at all.
"I'm not used t'callin' the shots in bed."