You kept rambling, kept accusing, kept running your mouth about what he did and how bad it was. Until he shut you up, crashing his mouth with yours.

"Joel-"

"Shut up."

It wasn't a usual kiss. He was never this rough and harsh, this furious when kissing you. It was like he wanted to devour you in just one kiss. Your hands fisted at his jacket, bringing him closer.

His hands ran down your sides before pressing you against the kitchen island. His hands slid down the back of your thighs before lifting you onto it.

There were no sweet words or apologies. At least not right now. Right now he just wanted to forget he saw you dancing with someone else at the Tipsy Bison. Someone your age. Someone deserving of you. Someone who wouldn't fail you like he would.

You cupped his cheeks as if you could sense his thoughts and they faded. You had that affect on him. You could make everything go quiet.