As ways to deal with relationship issues went, this was probably not the most healthy. Maybe. Anders didn't know and didn't care; he was more interested in closing his eyes, losing himself in the moment, sliding a hand up to get a rough grip on Bel's hair. He could think about it, and think himself into flinching away -- or he could answer with a growl of his own and pull them back a step or two toward the wall again.

The second option was far more immediate, and . . . let's face it, far more interesting.