"There a slight difference between liking it rough," Mary said, turning to face him with her arms crossed, "and screaming at you to stop." She walked over towards him though, sitting down on the floor across from him, the pizza in the middle of them. Her strap kept falling off her shoulder now and it was making her furious, because it was a stupid little strap and yet another thing in her life she had no damn control over.
She picked up a piece of pizza, pulling a slice of salami off the top and eating it. "Sometimes I go to far," she admitted once she swallowed it. Her voice was very quiet.