“For what?” she hisses through gritted teeth. “For you to stop being an asshole? Because that doesn’tseem like it’s going to happen anytime soon.”
“I’m trying to talk to you,” I grunt.
Which is true. Though it’s complicated by how extremely conscious I am of the fact that she’s nearlynaked in my arms.
“Oh, now you want to talk?” she says, turning on me. “Now you want to have a conversation?”
“Don’t do that!” she snaps, displacing more water with her manic movements. “Don’t act all calm andcollected and make me out to be the psychotic one. Not after you’re the one that pushed me to theedge. Not after everything you’ve said to me and done to—”
I seize her by the cheeks in one broad hand and tug her to me.
Then I bring my mouth crashing down onto hers. She falls silen
