She nods slowly, still feeling the weight of his words and the pleasure they brought her. She lies there, panting quietly as he presses deeper into her, their bodies moving together in a slow, gentle rhythm. It's almost...nice. Comforting. But it can't be right, she tells herself. They should probably...she doesn't know what they should do.

She closes her eyes, trying to ignore the feelings of shame and desire that war within her. "I-Is this... normal?" she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper. She's never felt so conflicted before, but there's something about being with him like this that makes it hard to think straight.