"No," she admitted. "Guys like you don't go for girls like me. Never have."

Letting her hand drop to the bed, she lifted herself on her elbows, hair falling behind her shoulders. Fully aware that the heat pooling in her stomach meant that she was more than ready for him, she looked him in the eye and confessed.

"If you don't make love-- or, I don't know, have sex with me right now? Oliver, I'm going to melt into this bed."