Hrmm? What? Mmmmm?
Bette Kane cannot move.
In fact, she's having a hard time doing anything other than laying where she ended up. The position is awkward but not painful, a leg bent beneath her. If it were painful, she'd had to try to move, which doesn't seem likely right now.
She's warm and sticky with sweat.
She's tired and sore.
A small giggle escapes her as she flails uselessly, to attempt to free her arm from beneath the weight of the man next to her. While she could likely stir herself to action if she had to right now, it really is the last thing on her mind.
She's giddy and wearing the most stupid expression that has ever been on her face.
In fact, she's having a hard time doing anything other than laying where she ended up. The position is awkward but not painful, a leg bent beneath her. If it were painful, she'd had to try to move, which doesn't seem likely right now.
She's warm and sticky with sweat.
She's tired and sore.
A small giggle escapes her as she flails uselessly, to attempt to free her arm from beneath the weight of the man next to her. While she could likely stir herself to action if she had to right now, it really is the last thing on her mind.
She's giddy and wearing the most stupid expression that has ever been on her face.