It's not, [she answers quickly. She doesn't want him to think she can't do something. She's the Wraith. She can do anything.

He shifts with his cheek to her hair, and her lashes dip down in pleasure. The intimacy of this is so intoxicating.]

Well, I would kiss you until our lips hurt. [Her smile is evident in her voice, but it gets serious all at once, the words coming achingly slowly, her voice sounding strained.] And I'd want to touch you everywhere, anywhere I could. I'd take off my clothes, show you my body, and I wouldn't be scared.

[It feels like the air is tense between them, and she stops, taking a breath, body feeling warm.] Is this... okay?