Pretty convincing. Stupid convincing Adrina. Too much to turn back now.
(He wasn't Mac. He wouldn't grab her by the hair. He wouldn't break her wrist. He wouldn't hit her.)
I don't want to do this, was what she wanted to say. Since they'd gotten back together it had always been Adrina initiating things to keep Eamon from feeling like he was forcing her, and until right now that had been no problem. But now she'd gone and started something and she'd slipped herself onto Eamon's lap, her arms wrapped around his neck as they kissed, her body still warm from the shower. She just needed to keep him happy, keep him content with her. Don't rock the boat. Don't say no. Don't deny.