Her eyes meet yours briefly as you make this request, and she feels a mixture of desire and guilt welling up inside her. "No," she says firmly, looking away again. "That's not right." She busies herself with finding something else to do, trying to distract herself from the thoughts that keep creeping back into her mind about what happened earlier.
The rest of the day passes slowly, each of you lost in your own thoughts and unable to ignore the tension between them. Finally, it's time for bed;