The First Time: Act Like You Know

"You know I care about you", he whined. He always seemed to whine when he was trying to persuade her. His brown eyes were wild and pleading.
She didn't want to. She couldn't put a finger on why she didn't or when she would, but she just didn't. He still kept at it. What was a conversation became a debate. Every sentence said was in the form of an argument. He was stating his case. Why was he so passionate?
"I'm not going to go anywhere. You know that." His frustration became apparent. He was annoyed with her for being so indecisive. He was impatient. He didn't want an answer, he wanted "the answer". She began to feel nervous. He did care for her, she knew that... he isn't going anywhere... she knew that. Why was it so hard to give in?
He finally relented with a few cuss words and turned his back to her.
She felt like she upset him. Her nurturing instinct told her to make him feel better.
She touched his shoulder, because he had already turned his back toward her.
She touched his shoulder, and he melted away from her like Cotton Candy On A Rainy Day.
"Forget it". He spat.
Then came silence.
Seconds. Minutes. Without sound.
She managed to ruin everything because she wouldn't give him that one thing.
Had she hurt his feelings? She didn't want to hurt him. That wasn't her intention.
Is he hurt?
Being a woman, it was in her nature to nurture. She wanted to make him feel better. He was hurt.
"Okay". She said above a whisper. And with that, he eagerly climbed over her with a broad grin stretched about his face and began to feel better. As she lay beneath him, her eyes wild and pleading she continued to state her case.
It hurt.
But- he still continued on because...well, you know.