[ Her forehead pressed against his, her nose brushing against his. She still didn't understand why he'd want someone like her around. Someone who was broken, who pushed most people away when she needed them, and someone who had sold others away in order to keep herself alive. Even if she was a good person deep down, she had done horrible things. ]
You're forgetting the fact that it's not going to be the same. [ He'd seen the person she was under all of her walls--more or less barging his way in--and that meant it was different now. At least it was for her. Maybe it hadn't changed for him.
Her eyes rolled. ] You just got back your hearing and sight and that's the first thing you want to do?