Her cheeks burned intolerably as he spoke. Maybe, maybe on some level she could admit that she wanted him but that didn't mean she cared about him. It was enough to snap her back to her usual aggressive self. "Oh shut up will you!" She marched around the bed to stand in front of him, jaw squared and face still red with what she was telling herself was anger. "You could be found dead in a ditch tomorrow and I wouldn't give a damn." She thought she might give a damn if his will didn't treat her favorably, however.

"Not that you can talk, I've never seen someone so eager to undress in the midst of winter." Her eyes flicked down to where his belt lay discarded and back up to his face, resenting the involuntary rush it gave her.

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