Becca sniffled in the pillow while suppressing her sobs and telling herself that one week of dating is not a big deal and she should not cry about it. Gabriel is out of her league and she should cherish that one week because it's more than she ever thought it would be possible.
She jolted when the mattress behind her dipped and Gabriel's hands wrapped around her.
"I told you to leave.", Becca said grumpily while hoping that her shaky voice didn't betray she is crying.
Gabriel buried his face in her hair, at the nape of her neck, and spoke softly: "And I told you that I'm not leaving until you tell me what made you angry. Becca, we need to talk. There will be many occasions when we don't agree and running away will not solve anything."
