She breathed him in, letting her sense take over, absorbing each detail of her surroundings. The smell of their skin, the sunlight dancing on the walls, The feel of his hands caressing her body, the rise and fall of his chest. She lifted her head up to look at him, causing her hair to cascade around her face. She was trying to read his eyes, trying to know what he was thinking of. Was he thinking of her?<br/><br/>"What do you think about?" It was an open question, one she hoped he would answer, despite her knowledge reminding her it was a question men seldom enjoyed being asked. She couldn't help but reside herself to the fact that he most likely still regarded her as a client. A desperate or lonely woman who needed to be satisfied. She wanted to mean more than that to him and even though he seemed to have shown that, she couldn't help but retain her reservations. He was all she could ever want...ever need. But would he want her around at all? Would he want more than sex? Sure it was working now, but a few years down the line would he tire of her? Would another client come along and steal his heart? Her mind was filled to the brim with these questions she knew she would never ask. She could only lie there with him and ask him meaningless things until he decided to open up.