"A-Cheng," she breathes out, practically a moan. She lets him guide her toward the bed and ripples of excitement run through her. She wants this- she wants him, but she just needs to be sure.

"A-Cheng, you don't have to." That just might be a blatant lie at this point. Her body is awake and all the longing she's felt the last month or so is surfacing with dizzying force. Her grip tightens around him, saying exactly the opposite of what her words did.