"Jessica jumped up, avoided Richard's hand when he tried to grab her, and strode to the door. She jerked it open, slammed it behind her, and fled up the stairs. She heard the door bang not five seconds later and heavy footsteps come running up behind her. She hadn't made it to the roof before Richard had caught her and spun her around. "Just leave me alone," she spat. "You rude, arrogant jerk!" "Me?" he thundered. "Why, you stubborn, arrogant shrew!" "I am not arrogant!" "Aye, you are!" She turned her face away, hoping she wouldn't make a fool of herself by crying. "Please," she said quietly. "Please, just leave me alone." He was silent so long that she finally had to look at him. By the light of the torch, she saw the expression she hadn't seen since the first night he'd kissed her. Intensity. He backed her up against the wall, set her bodily on the step above him, and rested his foot on the step above her. She was trapped. Happily. "I can't," he whispered. "I want to and I'll be damned for it, I'm sure, but I can't leave you be." And then he kissed her. His kiss was painful. Jessica managed to move her head from beneath his only by scraping the back of it against the stone. "You're hurting me," she gasped."