Her mouth! Every time it moves – every time it speaks, your blood boils. The very sound of her voice makes you reel with rage, quickening your pulse, and surfacing makeup- hidden forehead vanes.
Oh, how you want it shut. Sealed. Silenced.
And as you struggle to do just that, clamping fingers around lips, you do so harshly, knowing that she feels exactly the same way about your mouth, and all that may escape it.