She likes the feel of his breath on her skin; she likes the way he slackens against her even more. Slowly, carefully, she settles flat onto the mattress, dampening it with her sweat and shame. He did this of his own accord, though. She didn't tempt him into anything-- she's not tempting. And he did say her name; he couldn't be thinking about someone else and saying her name, right?

She decides Hap is both smart enough and duplicitous enough to multitask while fucking her hard enough to make her sore. But maybe that's just because she's been untouched for so long. Underneath his comforting weight, she lets her eyes close, wishing he'd believe her if she pretended to fall asleep, that he'd care enough to let her rest before marching downstairs with come dribbling down her leg.