Running out of... "Why would you be running out of either time or reasons? What are you talking about?" She scooted closer, nudging him back to lay and cuddle with her. He has a moment to think that her scent is going to linger on his bed, on his pillow, as they both lay back.

She deftly removes her boots, kicking them over the side of the bed, then aligns her body with his, laying chin on his chest. It's clear she's now ready and waiting for an explanation.