He rubs his hand down her back again, feels the tension in her, btu then he starts to push away from her, his hand lingering against her until last of all. He's almost unwilling to stop touching her. He rubs his free hand under his t-shirt, across his own belly.

"I need to shower," he says, glancing towards the door that leads to the shower-room off the bedroom. "Are you going to be okay?"