Matt doesn't allow her to feel or not feel anything. He's not that much the boss of her.

In this, one or the other of them is going to be hurt, and he's not so good at stopping her from martyring herself sometimes.

"At least," she presses. His arms are a perfect fit around her. She'll find a way to fit hers around him too while she nuzzles into his hair. If asked, she'd protest she's just letting him think about it. Yeah, right. "I find cooking relaxing," she points out, "but I'll concede not everything needs to be complicated. So when it's time for breakfast, I'll make something really simple. But. If I'm going to be lazy and relaxing for at least eight hours, so are you."