Katherine looked away, ashamed of the fact that how he portrayed her was true; she was one to leave when under too much pressure, lest she not be able to escape later. And perhaps she had taken it a step too far claiming him to treat her as a whore, for that was entirely untrue seeing as she had, indeed, come up far short of the lengths a whore would go to. She shot Eward an angry glance at his last words, almost inspired to challenge that statement. But for what purpose? To what end?
Her heart rate was speeding up again, and Katherine was frustrated. In this situation at home, she'd have screamed, vented by pounding her pillow with her fists, something else childish, for sure. But how to vent her frustrations with Eward there? And, better yet, why not leave to do so? Katherine's energies were pent up, almost to the point of desperation. Entirely without reason - but mostly without care - Katherine took another step forward and, not stopping to give him warning, threw her weight against him, her arms around his neck, and forced her lips upon his in a searingly heavy kiss.