Alex holds onto his face, her eyes boring into his as she does it. Because she wants to make sure that he does, that he's not doing this just because she asked him too.

That he wants her as much as she wants him.

Her voice is low, and one hand moves to capture the one around her breast, holding it still and in place against the warmth of her stomach when she asks: "are you sure, Richard? Really? That you want this and that you want me? It's okay if you don't."