She's staring at his mouth, and her breath isn't calm and slow, it's quick and she's trying to not press closer, to not let her leg slip around his hips, and it's hard. It's difficult, and she takes a deep breath and forces herself to pull back all at once, to roll back on the bed and her breath catches as she stares up at the ceiling, and she's nodding once. "Okay. Okay, I can just- We're okay now, right?" She rolls over, so she's facing the wall, and she can take a deep breath without just throwing herself all over him. "Sorry, I- I know you don't- I want you," she blurts, and she's not facing him because she can't, and she forces herself to take another deep breath.