As he started to step away, she swallowed softly and looked up to him breathlessly, gently putting her hand on his cheek. She knew this was wrong, especially since this was only their second meeting, but there was something in her that clenched tight at the thought of him leaving.
"Echo...," she started softly, her voice a breathless whisper, "What..what does your stomach tell you to do...?" she asked, moving her other hand down to his flat, perfect stomach again.
Her own stomach trembled and clenched at the thoughts she was having, and her head bowed forward a little, her hair falling over one shoulder and molding to her body on that side, her bangs on the other just falling into her eyes.
"Do you...," she gulped, "Do you want to finish this, or do you want to stop...?"
SHe was unsure of herself, what she was wanting and what she was asking, but something in her told her to ask.