"I love you," she said, as if the very words themselves were her lifeline, the only thing keeping her from falling into the capable hands of death. Her long legs straddled my waist and the gentle hands she had placed on my shoulders kept me down, she was the dominant figure in this situation, I had no escape. I couldn't continue about my day as though nothing had happened, leave the situation temporarily to address it later when I had better figured out my plan of attack. Of course she had to go and chose now of all times to drop this bombshell on me, right after sex.