She threw up her hands. “All right. Why not?” Why not?” Sure.” His arms fell to his sides. “That’s it? I pour my heart out. I love you so much I’ve got freakin’ tears in my eyes. And all I get in return is ‘Why not’?” What did you expect? Am I supposed to fall all over you just because you’ve finally come to your senses?” Would it be too much to ask?”…He’d begun to glare at her again, his eyes growing stormier by the minute.”When do you think you might be ready? To fall all over me, that is.
Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Breathing Room