It sounded so crass when she put it like that, but he shouldn't have expected anything else.

He shouldn't want to, but he did. This was such a clusterfuck that he was trying to figure out which way was up. A Christmas present, her continually sneaking into his space, this certainly wouldn't help anything, in fact it would make things worse. It still didn't stop the feeling in the base of his gut, the heat pooling in his chest or the feeling of her body against his from winding him up.

"Yes," he had no excuse for the behavior, no good reason to give her other than, yes that was what he wanted. It was like an itch that wouldn't go away and he was tired of fighting it.