Swiftcurrent Creek My girl don't want me cause of my dirty laundry

Oh.
Reverie's ears and cheeks flushed with a different kind of heat now. Shame, to have assumed that Moss would want her — to have been so forward without even asking! She couldn't think about the implications now, about what this meant for them, but even so she felt dread coiling in her stomach. This was not something she could compromise on.
She would never want to force Moss, of course. Knowing now that she didn't want it, Reverie could not even find any desire for her anymore. It was the feeling of being wanted that made such intimacy enjoyable to Reverie. The absence of Moss's want effectively extinguished her own.
Reverie was left instead with something like embarrassment. She withdrew some; not entirely, but the contact between them was greatly reduced. I'm sorry, She said softly, and turned her gaze to Blossom. She wasn't sure what else to say.