"Come to bed baby," she cooed at him in a seductive way. This same scene played out after every fight they had, she would use sex as a means to smooth over the issue, to get him to let go of whatever was bothering him and guiltily he would let it work sometimes. If the fight had been about something superficial and ultimately meaningless he would let her win and make believe that everything was fine the next morning.
"Masami…I'm not going to forget this time. It's not going to work," he told her. Her face visibly fell at his reply but she recovered quickly, her mouth spreading into a wide smile.
"I understand why you're worried, really I do. I never want us to have to go through it again. Please, let's not fight anymore." She was still trying, pushing him to give in with her plea, telling him to let it go. He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly through his nose, before stripping out of his shirt and walking over to the bed. She pulled the covers back on his side before getting under them herself.
He meant to keep it inside, meant to keep it private, but before he knew it the words were slipping through his lips.
"Do you trust me?" He didn't have to look to see her reaction; he could feel her tense up next to him.
"What kind of question is that?" she asked, her voice cracking in ways that made it sound like she was close to hysteria. "Of course I do."
"I'd like to believe that," he whispered. He had done it now, driven the final nail into the coffin that was the day, there was no longer anyway to save it. Her hands crushed the top of the blanket in silent rage, he could feel it radiating off of her exposed skin.