"Honestly?" She slid back into the bed with him, not quite ready to have him leave yet, not wanting the reality of that empty side of the bed, the empty side of the hut to come crashing down on her again. She knew it would, she could feel it creeping in already, the little voice of guilt working it's way into her consciousness.

"I don't know. I really don't." She told herself that he was getting at least as much out of this as she was. That he might have his own proverbial demons to hide from. Her hand slid over his shoulder, eyes not quite meeting his. "I don't regret this, can't, it felt too good."