It doesn't feel like she does. Not right now. All of her warning bells about sex and cuddling went off and then went off. She's shaking, half-in-half-out and for once not thinking about how to get away or protect herself. She trusts him to do it for her.

"Me too," she finally confesses. Another minute passes, stretching out well past time for Kate to have her clothes on and go after a fuck like this (there's never been a fuck like this). She sets her chin on his shoulder. "But that's why I do."