I'm not angry

He closed the distance, and Laura’s head was pressed against the wall. She seemed to try to escape through it. “So how about we have a little … experiment?” “Experiment?” she asked, frowning.

“Yes, how about we see how much we don’t mesh?”

“How?”

“Simple. We start with a kiss. Just some kissing, nothing too

… heavy. My hands will stay on the walls. Just our lips will touch.”

“Why should I believe you?”

“I’ve never given you a reason to doubt me before.” “And what does this experiment prove?” she asked.

At least she wasn’t hitting him and telling him to get the fuck out. “We’ll see how far our … meshing abilities go. If we enjoy the kiss, then we will give it time, and we will keep enjoying kissing. If it doesn’t, then we will come to some arrangement that means this marriage can survive.”

“I think this is ridiculous. We can just come to some arrangement where it can work. I agree with the latter.”

“And you want a marriage that is completely cold and dead?” he asked. He didn’t have a c