"Years?" The surprise is probably evident in my tone and I cringe a little, my fingers still petting the skin below his belly-button. "Goodness, sorry, that came out really rude. I'm just... I'm surprised. I know people were basically beatin' down your door back at Samwell."

I let my fingers slip a little lower then, toying with the waistband of his boxer-briefs as I look up at him. "And I'm not... I don't really wanna wait on everything. If that's okay? I'm nervous, but I'm not scared. I can't think of anyone else I'd rather do this with."