"Is that supposed to make me feel better, William? 'There is no one else so I'm fucking stuck with you'? That's what you tell me?" Now she was turning her positions. She could see his temper being held back and it was making hers gear up for a fight. Part of her wanted to see him finally snap. Maybe if he got good and angry he'd break through.
"No, I don't feel attractive. I can't even remember the last god damn time that we held hands let alone did anything without the constraint of --- " She began to ramble, fury in her words, until she was cut off by his kiss.
As of late, she felt as if his kisses were pleasantries. As if he felt required to give them and that made her feel less inclined to try for more. For a brief moment, her mind forgot her anger, and her hands moved, tangling up into the strands of his hair.