It wasn’t long before anya collapsed onto the bed next to him, shifting so her back rested along his side, still annoyed with the video, still angry with herself, and him, and knowing the emotion wasn’t okay. That it wasn’t his fault she was jealous, but still angry with him for making her feel like they had to have sex, even if she knew that wasn’t what he wanted, the video had made her think about it. And wondering if the idiot fan who’d sent it to him, had guessed she wouldn’t be happy seeing it."Goodnight."She said, though the words were nice, there was a angry tone them, trying to will herself to sleep, and not understanding why the more she tried, the more the angry tears soaked the pillow under her cheek.