His lack of acknowledgement, she thought, should have been exactly what she wanted. The less she had to confront the reality that she was having to share sleeping quarters with him the better. And yet...
Why did it make her so angry? Why did her whole being feel at war with itself? She propped herself up against her pillow and felt sick to her stomach, either from frustration or anticipation, she wasn't altogether sure. Her skin felt like it was on fire, like every inch of it was screaming and clawing at her not to do it and yet there she was, leaning across the bed until her head had encroached onto his pillow. Could he sense her there? If her rapidly beating heart wasn't announcing her then surely he could feel the heat she was convinced was radiating from her like a funeral pyre.
"I hate you." The words came out in a hasty mumble and for once weren't the ones she'd wanted. She couldn't exactly announce that she didn't mean it though, she felt adamantly that she did mean it but it just wasn't the sentiment she'd been intending to express at that precise moment. "Don't ignore me." Still not what she wanted but she wasn't going to try a third time to assemble a sentence. She placed a hot, clammy hand on his upper arm and inched ever so slightly closer but doing so made the sick feeling return so she stopped and wished for a quick and dignified death.
Why did it make her so angry? Why did her whole being feel at war with itself? She propped herself up against her pillow and felt sick to her stomach, either from frustration or anticipation, she wasn't altogether sure. Her skin felt like it was on fire, like every inch of it was screaming and clawing at her not to do it and yet there she was, leaning across the bed until her head had encroached onto his pillow. Could he sense her there? If her rapidly beating heart wasn't announcing her then surely he could feel the heat she was convinced was radiating from her like a funeral pyre.
"I hate you." The words came out in a hasty mumble and for once weren't the ones she'd wanted. She couldn't exactly announce that she didn't mean it though, she felt adamantly that she did mean it but it just wasn't the sentiment she'd been intending to express at that precise moment. "Don't ignore me." Still not what she wanted but she wasn't going to try a third time to assemble a sentence. She placed a hot, clammy hand on his upper arm and inched ever so slightly closer but doing so made the sick feeling return so she stopped and wished for a quick and dignified death.
