After a while, he pulled away from her. “There,” he said. “I knew it. You’re smiling.” She turned over onto her side and he sat next to her. “But you want more.” She could see the outline of his erection even against his loose trousers. “And…” She was afraid even to admit this much, but she didn’t want to hide it from him. “And you’re making me want more. And that means…” “It means whatever we say it means,” he said with a shrug. “Want is not destiny. We’re adults. It should be fun to want.”
