Takes Too Long

I'm not new at this, she admitted. Sweaty shaking hands tremble while a the nervous stutter land her words on the cutting board. A tremble tangles up the words in her windpipe. I'm not experienced either, came the murmur. Her thoughts tumbled through her mouth like laundry from the wash - damp, and slightly unpleasant to the touch.

I have no idea what I'm doing

There are so many cons.

**Edit: Okay, I lied. There are virtually no cons. The cons are all minor details. He's kinda perfect.