It's not okay! [ Her brows furrow, a spike of hurt rooting in her heart. ] My real answer or the one I told you before?

[ The possibility that he doesn't believe her makes her heart sink a little deeper, her fingers grip a little tighter. It doesn't matter to her that her intoxication might make this seem less sincere. She just wants him to know. Wants him to believe it. ]

I'm not letting you until you tell me. I want you for all of you. Not just your body. [ Her fingers smooth over the fabric she's bunched up, the one just over his heart. ] This too. I want this.