A thousand accusations flooded her brain to scream at him but each was quickly met with the startling realization that whatever had happened was something she had willingly partaken in. She didn't know why — she couldn't quite remember how they'd gone from discussing the waiters to here — however it was enough of a hesitancy for her to slowly lower her arm to her side. She still held the frame as she wasn't quite ready to have nothing to defend herself with, but she wasn't poised to throw it at him anymore.
Curling the blanket further around herself, Melody looked from him to her dress in the corner. She hadn't fought him on removing it. No, she distinctly remembered tugging on the laces as if to help him untie them. But why? Her head ached from trying to put the pieces together. "I was looking for Ben," she muttered, more to herself than Mr. Longbottom. Ben was going to be livid — he might even push for the separation now. Fuck.
Looking back over to him with a panic filled expression she asked, "what the bloody hell did we do?! I didn't - I never would have done this. What happened?!"
Curling the blanket further around herself, Melody looked from him to her dress in the corner. She hadn't fought him on removing it. No, she distinctly remembered tugging on the laces as if to help him untie them. But why? Her head ached from trying to put the pieces together. "I was looking for Ben," she muttered, more to herself than Mr. Longbottom. Ben was going to be livid — he might even push for the separation now. Fuck.
Looking back over to him with a panic filled expression she asked, "what the bloody hell did we do?! I didn't - I never would have done this. What happened?!"