"We've got a wedding to prepare for," she said at last, feeling like a right bitch, but if she didn't want to have sex with him then she didn't bloody have to, and really, he was being an entitled prat making her feeling bad about it... But she still felt a little guilty, because she was punishing him for his stubbornness and that wasn't right, but there wasn't much she could do about it. She sighed and tried to shove her conflicting feelings deep, deep down and bent to kiss him lightly on the cheek. He eyed her silently and she smiled, cheerful and brisk and bright, trying her hardest to feel all those things and almost, almost succeeding.