Siena did not have the patience at the time to trade words. Suddenly, even that would zap the little energy she had left.
Siena passed by Ricci and would have left but for his hand that gripped her arm.
Siena wanted you snap at him when she realized he had used his right, injured hand.
"That will hurt, " she said quietly.
"It does," Ricci said."Turns out you care enough to notice."
"Look, I don't love you, Ricci," Siena said then."I never will. I don't even believe in love. I want you to disabuse your mind from expecting anything more than we have now."
Siena walked on, but Ricci's left hand reached out to grab her. It supported her as his lips claimed hers, his fingers gripping her waist. Siena pulled back and Ricci pulled her closer, insistence in his demand. Siena finally opened
