The not so pleasant memory makes her choke out a little laugh, her eyes shut as he touches her. Like if she doesn't look it'll last longer, like it will imprint the heat of his hands on her memory.

But she looks up at him again when he keeps talking. It isn't what she wants, not really-- but he makes it sound like it could be enough.

"Say it again," she demands, barely more than a whisper. That's what she's been aching for.

"Tell me you want this."