[ It confirms what she had assumed: he won't be satisfied until he can convince himself she still feels for him. Searching inside of her, still, for a glimmer of hope. But Rey, as he had known her, had been willing to forgive; she is less inclined to it, instead infuriated by how he doubles down, determined and needy.
Challenging him had been a mistake, she realizes, for how it has only fueled his desperation to turn away from the truth. She doesn't shy from it, reiterating with a new hardness, ]
It won't. [ He doesn't know her body any better than she does. Rey resents the mere suggestion. ] I'm too small.
[ Once he gets her pants free, there is proof to that claim. The spur of her hips is a sharp protrusion, jutting out like it might break free from her skin. Her hand grips his wrist, suddenly, clamping her finger into the bone to get his attention. ]
Do you really hate me so much that you would do this to me?
[ It isn't a ploy — not fully one, at least, for how quietly the question comes. ]
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Challenging him had been a mistake, she realizes, for how it has only fueled his desperation to turn away from the truth. She doesn't shy from it, reiterating with a new hardness, ]
It won't. [ He doesn't know her body any better than she does. Rey resents the mere suggestion. ] I'm too small.
[ Once he gets her pants free, there is proof to that claim. The spur of her hips is a sharp protrusion, jutting out like it might break free from her skin. Her hand grips his wrist, suddenly, clamping her finger into the bone to get his attention. ]
Do you really hate me so much that you would do this to me?
[ It isn't a ploy — not fully one, at least, for how quietly the question comes. ]