"It's not that I don't want to... It has..." She sighed softly as his hand stroked her face, her gaze seeking his. "I'm not very good at professing my feelings. I've only ever done in a fit of anger and..." She shrugged slightly, her hand coming up to close around his wrist. Longing for his hand to remain against her cheek.
A little smile playing over her lips. "I fear you haven't made me angry since the first day we met." She teased, as if that were the problem all together.