Page 58 of Walk the Line

She removes her hand fully from my dick and sits up on the bed, her eyes travelling the room and finding everything but mine. “Wow, these are…these are a lot of questions,” she says.

“People tend to ask them in this world.”

She looks at me now. “You said just one.”

“I thought of more after the first one.”

The sigh out of her mouth is a gentle one, but I feel its weight. “What does any of that matter to you?”

“I’m just curious. I can’t be curious?” I’ve been staring at her this whole time, and she’s looking right back at me. But there’s something about this question that’s clearly making her turn away.

“You should be curious about things that have some sort of relevancy to you,” she says blandly.

“We’re literally Captains of the Hockey team.”

“Yes.”

“And we make each other come every fucking day.”

“Sure.”

“So I think that makes you kind of relevant to me.”

“Well, then let’s talk about more ways you can make me come. I can put together a list.”

She places her hand back on my dick again, and I will myself to keep a clear head because I know what she’s doing this time, and my weakness whenever she touches me can easily distract me. I stop that from happening by continuing with my line of questioning.

“You don’t want to talk about your old university.”

“No,” she says quickly. “I don’t.”

I play my next words over in my head a few times, knowing it’s a risk but being certain I want to take it anyway if I can find out something about her. “Is it because you were expelled?”

This time, her hand shoots off my dick much quicker than I can even register.

“Who told you that?” she demands.

“No one told me.” I keep my voice gentle.

“Then where did you get it from?” She’s trying the same approach as me, with a voice that doesn’t speak of how passionate she is about her words. But it’s clear to me this is getting to her.

“I didn’t get it from anywhere, I just guessed,” I say.

She scoffs. “You just guessed that I…why are you asking me these questions? What do you know?”

“I don’t know anything, that’s why I’m asking you.” She narrows her eyes at me, and this time I finally turn away. A look of pain rests in her eyes, and I know I’m the cause of it, but it also tells me there’s something rattling her about this whole thing. I can only do what I can right now to take that pain away, so I say, “I promise you I don’t know anything.”

There’s a moment of silence, a long moment, before she finally says, “I need…to sleep.”

Her eyes rest solidly on the bed now, but her recent words were riddled with anxiety.

“I didn’t mean to upset you.”

I don’t touch her even though I want to. I’m not good at any of this stuff, so I’m not sure what would help.

“I wish you would just keep things to how they should be,” she says, her voice firm but delicate.

“How should they be?”