When her husband came barging into their room after midnight reeking of fire whiskey, she'd been so relieved that he came back that she couldn't even imagine pushing him away when he kissed her roughly. It had been exciting. They each put all of their frustration and anger with the other in their heated ardor. If she'd been able to think clearly through the haze of bliss she experienced thanks to his talented touches, she would've been angry with him for the concerted effort he made at ensuring their headboard slammed against the wall they shared with Augustus" bedroom repeatedly and loudly. While it had been childish and further proof that his jealousy could make him a bit unstable, she relished in the intense passion. Rarely had their make-ups following a fight been so enthusiastic.