Church is halfway to protesting that no, he's not lying, it's fine, but then she's straddling him, and he chokes on his words. He curls his fingers in the sheets, his eyes widening when Tex moves to press against him.

"Uhh--" He tries to start, then swallows, his hands moving again to grab her hips. "Tex?"

He knows exactly what she's doing. She's never been good at talking - likes to let her body do that. And he feels like they should talk, but she's taken the words right out of him. ... There's always time to talk later.