This sweet distraction quickly became something more. Heart and mind clashing violently. She wonders how it could have happened, how it got so hard to turn away from him.
She doesn't want to be away from him, doesn't want to sleep alone. But she wants to run far away, to not feel like this, and not miss his touches.
Her resistance ebbs away, and she can't find a good enough reason to scream "Stop!".
But she knows enough to wait patiently for the other foot to fall.