It doesn't surprise me to hear him say that. What does, even though it probably shouldn't, is that he doesn't seem intent on this being something angry like he was when he suggested it. I'd been all for it then. Now, it's hard to tell which I'd prefer. Just his hands feel good, even when I'm still trying to catch my breath and figure out what I'm doing without seeming like I am, but I didn't come here for something nice and sweet, either. Then again, it's not like it will mean much of anything anyway, so why should it matter? "And you don't even try to pretend otherwise," I say wryly, words coming out muffled when I lean in to keep kissing him. "How's that worked for you?"