She'd move in a second, promise. But he'd just sent another kind of pleasure through her, warmer and fuzzier and hitting all the affection-starved spots inside her, and so she was basking in that a little. While resting her head against his.

"Hey, Hya," she murmured, after a deep breath because right, breathing. "I really like you."

That was more terrifying to say than almost any of the dirty things she could've come up with, so it was best to just let it slip out in the relaxed afterglow when she couldn't overthink the horrors of expressing embarrassingly genuine emotion.