She adjusts until her posture's straight as anything, sitting up in Jim's arms before sinking down into the hold he has on her, bowing over his head and letting hair fall into her eyes. "You remember that tape? The one that got us together and you talked about me in the shower? I touched myself, thinking about you," she tells him, sucking a kiss against his neck. "Used the shower nozzle and my fingers and pretended it was you and then tried to forget about it because hell, Jim, I was an old divorcee then."