Sofia's mouth snapped shut. Gunner had implied he might stay. With her. To raise their child.
A child they'd not yet created, but would.
The very idea had her heart racing. Especially given he'd offered to impregnate her the ancient way. By touching her and. . .
She knew all about sex. She'd provided lubricants that stimulated for Enclave members who didn't try very hard to hide the fact they indulged. She'd experimented a bit but never understood the allure.
Braun had tried to give her a violent version of sex. She still remembered the fear of being pinned under him, his breath hot on her face, his hands rough as he tore at her clothes. The scalding spray of his blood when Kitty slammed into him with her claws. When Braun shot Kitty, Sofia recovered her wits enough to deliver the killing blow. He didn't look so big and scary bleeding out on the floor.
Yet her experience with Braun hadn't tainted her. She knew most people weren't abusive jerks.