Chapter 292: Carla

They're kissing again. Do we have to hear the kissing part?

~Grandson in The Princess Bride

Was it bad that she was forcing this to happen?

Well, maybe'force' was the wrong word. She wasn't raping him, after all. She was just taking the lead. There was a difference. She was a woman who knew what she wanted and how she wanted it. That was allowed.

Okay, so that wasn't it at all. The truth of the matter was, she was starting to understand Christian. It didn't take Sherlock to figure out that he was embarrassed about where he lived, something she could more than relate to, and making love in it? It was the ultimate show of acceptance. She could tell him all day long that his place outranked hers – he at least had a damn shower and a kitchen sink – but he'd never believe her.

This was her speaking the truth without words – something more effective than words – that in her world, he was what mattered. Not where he lived or what he made.

Only him.