She couldn't take it any more. Lucia's blue eyes brimmed with curiosity and fear, approaching Eric to ask /anything/ still taking more courage than she thought she possessed, especially this... "Eric...?" she asked in that soft, hesitant voice. "Does.../that/ really feel...good? Don't...understand..." she mumbled.
"Depends on what you mean by that.” That could mean a lot of things, and none of the meanings he could think of would lead this to being an easy conversation. If it was the that he was thinking, this would get awkward fast.
















