"I'm not just a little submissive after all," Maggie said, eyes still on the table top. "It was like nothing I've ever experienced. Ever. Being with him. The before, the during, but it wasn't just that. Not even close. I didn't want him to leave after. I wanted to stay in that bed, curled up and talking to him all night long. I hated when he left that morning. I still have his shirt and I wear it to bed now so it's like he's back there with me. And not for sex, not entirely. Just...just for him."

She chanced a peek up at him, gauging his reaction.