She listened, and looked down, nodding. It was how she summoned him. She wasn't special, she was a fuckup. That's why he was so good. She sighed, and looked up to him, perching her chin on her knees and watching him silently. He wanted to be her lover? Why? Because he had her blood in his veins? Because she had summoned him wrong? It dawned on her, then. She wanted a lover, but she wanted someone who loved her for her. Clenching her jaw, she stood, and picked up the dishes.<br/><br/>"How can I say no to that?" She asked softly. "You're better than anyone or any vibrator I've ever come across, you make me crazy with lust, and no matter how much I want, I can't keep away from you." She continued. "I don't think either of us have a choice as to whether or not we'll be lovers. You're too good." She turned toward the kitchen, "But I think we should still look for a way to break this. It's artificial. It isn't right for either of us. We should keep looking for a way out, and take advantage of it while we have the time."<br/><br/>She moved back to the kitchen , and turned on the tap, filling the sink to wash her dishes, trying to ignore the curdling hurt in her chest. Why was she doing this? Why did it hurt? Why was she acting like every confusing woman ever?