(sad as it is, it's not uncommon. men suck, and he sighs an apology - not that he can ever make up for that, but alas. she'll get a bite to a finger, teeth barely asserting pressure, just to see if he can get a smile out of her from the quirkiness alone.)

And I intend to keep at it. I'm sorry it's been... Bad, before. When we started, I felt so much hesitance but also so much desire, that it made me want to show you how it can be a good thing. I wanted you to get treated like you deserve. That's why I wanted to ask about what you like, and what your boundaries are, so I don't make you feel anything but as incredible, you know?