"Oh, that's rather simplistic of you." Melinda said flatly, her gaze levelling out to stare at him like he was an idiot.
"I'm annoyed that you treated me like a fucking child. Just because I'm small, doesn't give anyone permission to treat me like a doll. When was the last time you got thrown over someone's shoulder and carried off without your permission?" She asked, circling back so she could actually look him in the face.
"I'm pissed at you because you shoved this thing onto me -- You can't lose another person? What is that? What does that even mean? Then you kissed me. Then? Then said nothing about it for nearly a month." As she spoke, her voice rose with every sentence. "That's my fucking problem."