She comes just enough forward for her head to clear the desk and then straightens up with a deep sigh. Her face is a mess of sticky juices, and I hand her the box of Kleenex for her to help herself the best she can.
For a brief moment she looks a little unsure again, afraid that I might find her messed-up looks disturbing in any way. I notice immediately, and give her my warmest and most reassuring smile, holding up her cup of coffee to her as I wait for her to finish up.
"Actually I would like to stay like this forever," she murmurs shyly as she starts wiping her face. "But then it wouldn't be comfortable for you when I get down again."
"When you get down again?!" I cannot help but laugh at her eagerness. "Lana, I'm totally spent. I doubt very much that I'd be able to have another go,
