"Denying it just makes you stupider," she spat, lifting her hands to curl into his shirt, to brace herself as he tugged her in. She felt a little hot from anger, from him, and she couldn't quite identify the shift in ire to searing frustration for what it was--not for a moment. But it was lust, and she felt it as his moist breath collided with her upturned face, his body so close to hers. She wanted to goad him more, push him. Make him snap and take it out on her.