nny | Due South snippet thing

"Since when're you qualified to judge my mental state?" I snarl, and pull myself back off him fast, like he's burning, which is not so far from the truth. I'm pretty much frozen in maybe two seconds.

"I - Ray, I didn't mean - " but he can't seem to get a sentence out, and he chews on his bottom lip, which is mountie-red against his skin, against the acres of fucking snow.

"Kiss my ass," I tell him, which is some kind of irony considering that part's never really been a problem with us. I guess my voice knows that too, 'cos it makes me sound less like the hardass I'm aiming for and more like a pissy teenager. I don't know when unhappy became my default, here, and it annoys the hell out of me that he's recognised it, that maybe he even got there first.

We've been fucking for months, sure, but that's never been a problem. The way that he knows me like this? That's enough to make me feel like my skin's on two sizes too small.