[To be honest, she really didn't need that last kick to get him to fall, but fall he does and somewhere deep down he's thankful for the cushy bed. He's lying still for a few seconds, letting his head adjust before moving stubbornly to his feet and, assuming she doesn't move back is right up in her face.
And then his hand is shifting to grab a fistful of her hair and force her to look at him]
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And then his hand is shifting to grab a fistful of her hair and force her to look at him]
I said, talk.