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Raven wraps her arms around him because what else can she do? She loves him and she hates seeing that she's the one causing him pain, even if she has a right to give it. Even if she does, in a way, need to give it. "Stupid, stupid man," she whispers. She brushes his hair back gently and then her fingers settle on his cheek again. He breaks her heart because she doesn't want to leave him, of course she doesn't, but… And there's always that but there hanging over them both.

"I'm not talking forever. I haven't even had a first date, yet. I was talking about a night." She fidgets a little. She's teased him incessentantly about his successes and failures with the girls over the years, but she's never mentioned herself. She's always thought it was taboo - and it probably is - for her to give herself that way to someone, but over time, the urge has become that much stronger.

"Sex," she finally blurts, coming straight to the point. "I'm not talking happily-ever-afters. I'm talking about sex." She glances around and her face goes pink. Hopefully, no one has overheard them. Maybe this is a conversation for the mansion, but it's too late now. The cat is out of the bag.