[ She knows better than to find this cute, to let herself slip, slip, slip into these old shoes, but so much of her doesn't want to resist. Wants that nostalgic ease, the moment suspension of reality, to a time when she used to have a best friend, another person so close they might as well have been part of her. That's ached and been empty so very long.

It's s stupid game to play, but when has she ever done well at resisting what she wants.
It feels. Good. And she wants to let it be. At least until they hang up.

Which only makes her words cant more teasing.
Every option an exit to alarm him. ]

Maybe 'whatever she wants' is a little bolder than you want to sign on for, too.
The next thing you know you'll be signing very personal body parts she's getting tattooed over.