She covered her face with her hands. How did this conversation even get here? And, oh shit, shit, shit! Forget being on the verge of tears, she really was crying now. Why was he being so difficult? Didn't he get it?! What more could she possibly have done?
Demelza was beginning to wish she could turn back time and alter events right back to never having kissed him in the first place. She was guilty, and annoyed, and upset, and tired of complicated. She hated complicated. Everyone else could have their complicated relationships and friendships. She just wanted hers to be nice and simple and straightforward. That, after all, was what she appreciated.