There was a reason she was acting cocky and self assured, because she knew that if she got a good look at his face then she'd lose all sense of her self control. She hadn't wanted to do that, hadn't wanted to wear her heart on her sleeve again, but the second his hand is in her wet hair and she sees that face fall, hers goes too.

"I don't know," she says, voice hitching. "I don't -- frakking know."