“I didn’t mean that,” Sawyer squeezed Elizabeth’s hips a little tighter before letting her go, “but I think you already know that. And unfortunately, we probably have very different ideas about how to spend the rest of the night.”
Elizabeth sighed and sank down onto the bed. It was at least marginally more comfortable than the chairs in the other room had been.
“It’s not that I don’t want you that way. It’s just…” she trailed off, unable to put the thoughts into coherent words.
“It’s fine,” Sawyer sat beside her. She was glad he seemed so understanding. Every single time he had put her comfort above his own seemed to pass through her mind then, and she felt overwhelmingly lucky that this was the man who loved her. The majority of human men wouldn’t be so understanding of her, but meetin
