She moved over to him, ignoring the bag, and instead she tugged him up to her by his shirt front, laying a quick, rough kiss on him.
"Don't," she said softly. "Your manhood doesn't hinge on being able to bench press more than me. You could kick my ass with that whip, so it's apples and oranges, love."
She wasn't great at the whole feelings thing, but she knew a kicked puppy look, when she saw it. And she wasn't about let him have on to dumb ideas, or let him stew in them.
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She moved over to him, ignoring the bag, and instead she tugged him up to her by his shirt front, laying a quick, rough kiss on him.
"Don't," she said softly. "Your manhood doesn't hinge on being able to bench press more than me. You could kick my ass with that whip, so it's apples and oranges, love."
She wasn't great at the whole feelings thing, but she knew a kicked puppy look, when she saw it. And she wasn't about let him have on to dumb ideas, or let him stew in them.