"I can share. I shared with you plenty." She tapped her foot. "I just don't want to share with you now, you... ass." And still, she did not scream. He had called her bluff. There was nobody guarding the place. She was, indeed, acting like a spoiled child, she realized and then sighed. "You know what, I don't care anymore. You don't care about my feelings, so why should I care about you or your feelings?" She marched over to the other side of the beach and parked it, grabbing rocks and chucking them into the waves.