His laughing came to a surprise, she turned to the sadistic man, her eyes kind of wide. The words slipping from his mouth, into the air and to her ears caused her to perk up like a wilted, dead flower. There were no words for Merope, only actions.
Her actions came.
She moved kind of quickly, her arm pulling him down onto the bed and she pressed her lips against his. Awkward or not, the fact that he had meant it meant very much to her.