Oliver was easy enough to read and after years of seeing him daily and watching his expressions, she knew them all. She'd broken their trust. He didn't believe her. It was written all over his face and that, more than anything, broke her heart. She knew what she'd done was wrong. She knew that she'd made a mistake and she'd apologized over and over but he didn't believe her and he didn't trust her and that was bloody awful.
"I know you're not!" she said, frustrated and tired and suddenly wishing they could just go back and never have sex. Ever. "I apologized. I told you the truth and I'm not putting it all on you! I understand that my actions have consequences and I fucked up, too. I get that." She shook her head, feeling more and more lost in this conversation. "I know I did."
As his voice grew louder, her spine grew straighter. She'd never backed down to Oliver yelling at her. Never. And it sure as bloody hell wasn't going to start now. "I'M NOT PUTTING IT ON YOU!" she yelled, back. "EVERYONE knows how I feel about you! This isn't some stupid surprise!" Katie was furious. Anger in every line of her body. She wanted to smack him or song him. She wasn't even sure at the moment. Yanking him forward, she did something she hadn't done between them. She started it. Her lips found his in an angry, blazing kiss, filled with indignation, surprise and lust. Everything that defined what they felt was poured into that kiss.