She puts a hand flat against the hollow of his hip, gives him a sharp little nip of warning. "That doesn't seem patient to me," she says.

Blue lets herself laugh in an exhale for a minute, feeling free and wired and reckless. "You like that?" she asks, and it's a light tone, but an honest question. She's loving this, and she thinks he seems pretty into it, but she wants to hear the answer.