"Then fucking don't," I hiss, angry right back at him, feeling a surge of anger and shame and confusion twisting sickly in my gut. As soon as I get a handle on one thing, everything about him changes. I can't fuckin' keep up.

"I don't know what the fuck you want, asshole," I say, shoving against him, and he's weak and off balance but hovering over me like this, with the added weight and height, he's always got the upper hand.