Her entire body went still. Not the tense stillness of someone bracing for rejection. The shocked stillness of someone who had prepared twelve backup arguments and suddenly didn't need any of them.
"Yes?"
"That's what I said."
"Just like that?"
"You wanted me to make it harder?"
"I wanted you to. I don't know." She pulled her hand back from my chest and looked at her own fingers as though they'd betrayed her by touching me. "I thought you'd give me the speech again. About boundaries and professionalism and Iris and my mother."
"Do you want the speech?"
"God, no."
"Then you don't get the speech. You get yes."
