They should talk.

"Look, let's talk. Take your break. You said you did most of my work, yeah?"

She nodded.

"Let's just talk, then."

They made their way up to the room.

She sat down on the couch, and he sat next to her.

"So..." He said awkwardly. "Uh, what's up?"

"Oh, nothing." She shrugged. "It's just that I'm, you know, going through the motions. I'm doing my laundry, hanging out with my boyfriend, buying groceries...oh, and masturbating to the thought of you taking me."

He couldn't help but feel a little good about that. "Oh." He said.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to just, like, throw that on you. I'm just...I can't tell if I'm sick at myself for this, or if I'm mad at you, or if I'm not mad at you at all, or if I'm mad at myself."

"Look," he said, putting a hand on her shoulder. "We both consciously made that choice. Be mad at me. I definitely escalated things."

"Yeah, no, we both did. Look, Tyler, I didn't wear a fucking bra that day. I wanted you to notice me. I wanted it. I think deep down, I subconsciously wanted it all along and just tricked myself into not wanting it. So I think I'm mad at myself."

"So don't be. Trick yourself into hating me. As much as I like you, I'd rather you hate me than hate yourself."

"Urgh! Don't say those things!"

"What? Why not?"

"Your empathy turns me on!"

He felt very good about that. "Oh."

"I felt myself get a little turned on when you put your fucking hand on my shoulder, Tyler. When I gave in that night and we, you know, didn't cheat...I tasted something I never should have. A forbidden fruit I know I never should have partaken in. Now all I think about when I think about you is how after I left that morning, I didn't shower that entire day and masturbated to the eroticism of your cum all over me still. It took everything in me that morning to not wake you up by licking you down for a third time."

He felt very, very good about that. "Oh."

"And I know this isn't really a conversation and that I'm venting, but I cannot fucking stand this. I needed to talk this out. Air it out. Confess how I was feeling. Confess about what I've done, and the provocative thoughts I've had the moment I heard you were working with me today. I needed to talk to you."

"And so you are."

"And so I am. And so I am. And I don't know what I'm doing here, either. I don't know if...I don't know if what I'm doing or thinking is stupid, if you were just humoring me, or what. You didn't call, I never reached out, we never discussed anything..."

"I never called? I thought you were mad at me! You left me in the cold that day when I woke up. You left without a goodbye. I thought you regretted all of it and were never going to speak to me ever again!"

"I thought the same thing!" She said.

"Well I didn't! I didn't regret it!"

"Neither did I!"

"I was so shook when I saw you working. Do you know how badly I've been wanting to work with you? Every single time I find myself thinking about us working alone, I..." He took a deep breath. "I find myself not being able to control myself. I picture you naked all the time. That cute little butt jiggling with each step, those pert breasts, your little nipples, I picture all of it. Your naked body is burned into my brain. Even your little tuft heart shaped bush."

"So you still want to do this?" She asked.

"Do what?"

She tackled him off of the couch and onto the hardwood floor. She straddled him on either side, and then grabbed his hand to shove up her shirt. "What do you think?"