My lips curled as I reclined on the bed, taking a deep breath, my heart ponding.
"I have an idea," I gulped. "But you won't like it."
She folded her legs inwards, looking at me attetively, sensing my nerves. Her hand rubbed my forearm, as she smile at me, laughing away my worries. "What is it Rob? Can't be that bad."
"What if I uh, what if I became. Maube. Part of you?" She sat there blinking, my words passing through her. "You know, like I become a body part if yours? Still conscious, just a passive participant. Would that be cool?"
Sarah grinned at me, stroking my arm still.
"You worry to much." She chided. "How about this, you pick the body part, I pick what you look like? No offence, but I want some control ofver something that is going to be part of me."
I nodded, scrolling through the categories on the screen.