“Oh,” she says in a small voice. “I’ll just — go away, then.” She bites the end of the rope around her wrist, pulling the knot out.
“No, Summer, that’s not what I meant,” he says, walking towards the bed. “Let me sleep for a bit so I can actually participate, okay?”
Summer pulls the rope off both wrists and starts work on her feet. Practically, she says, “Well, you can hardly do that if I’m spread across your bed.” Biting at her lip again, she goes on, “Shall I expect to wake up bound again, then?”