This was fucking stupid, she knew it. So what if he did eventually decide he was done? She knew what she wanted, and that wasn't for him to leave now. It didn't really have anything to do with the dead girl at this point, but everything to do with her pride. And now they were both awkwardly speaking and that just didn't work for either of them. So she did the first thing that came to mind that would stop her feeling as bad as she did.
She did to face him and, without warning, took the few steps between them and hooked her fingers into his shirt to pull him down toward her, pulling his mouth to hers as her arms went haphazardly around his neck. "I don't want you to go," she murmured against his mouth, bypassing the offer to have a part in disposing of the dead girl. She didn't wanted him to go right now, like she'd initially demanded. She didn't want him to go in any other sense of the word. But however he took it, it didn't really matter so long as she could stop feeling like she was about to spontaneously combust, so long as he stayed.