"Will, it's too snowy for you to go home, you should just stay here with me."
Lynn and Will were sitting on Lynn's futon, arms around each other, watching a movie that Lynn had wanted to share with Will.
Will had already been having trouble concentrating on the movie, mainly because he found Lynn so much more interesting. Being in physical contact with her felt like a drug that heightened his senses, and left him aching for more when they were apart. He reflected on Lynn's pronouncement, which had simultaneously paralyzed his vocal cords and filled his abdomen with an electrical sensation that connected the prenatal and current location of his testes. Lynn seemed oblivious, focused on the enjoyment the movie was giving her.
The movie ended, leaving Will feeling sleepy and uncertain about how to behave. He realized that he hadn't been paying enough attention to the movie to talk about it, which left him feeling annoyed with himself and worried that Lynn would expose his inattention and be hurt or angry.
Instead, she gave Will a peck on his cheek and proceeded to flatten the futon frame. She arranged a large pillow at what became the head of the bed. Then she removed a soft down comforter from a cabinet and proceeded to use it to cover Will and arrange him on the bed. Too tired and confused to comment, Will felt his penis stir at having just been tucked in to bed by the woman of his fantasies.
"I love lying here and looking out this window on snowy nights," said Lynn, her head cuddled against Will's chest, his arm wrapped around her.
"This is so nice," Will answered in response.
"I love you, Will," said Lynn, her eyes closed, her hand gently but eagerly exploring Will's upper body, face, and hair.
"I really love you too, Lynn," he responded.
Feeling himself near sleep, he found himself engaging in a conversation with her that felt like a half-dream, half-conscious interaction. Without realizing the impetus, Will became aware of Lynn moving her delicious body on top of his as she passionately kissed him. His fear at having an erection so close to her body was launched into orbit by her hand tracing and molding it within his pants. "No," he blurted. Lynn retreated, feeling awkward.