Cynthia looked into his eyes and sighed. She laughed softly and let her hands drop. "No it isn't your fault." she said and ran her hands through her hair. She took a deep breath and looked at him again. "Maybe that is my problem in relationships, I move too fast." she said and shrugged. She shook her head "No sleep in your bed. I can sleep here." she said. She got up and pulled her shirt off,  leaving her in her bra and slipped her jeans off. She had boy shorts on underneath. "Does this make you uncomfortable?" she asked him and sat back down on the couch. Clearly,  she was ashamed for moving too fast. She leaned forwards and shook her hair out before putting it up into a sloppy bun.