She pretends to love him; pretends that his kisses don't make her want to dash to the nearest trashcan and throw up. She pretends that at the end of the day she doesn't try to map every inch of her body that's clean of his touch and a part of her breaks when she finds none. She hates his slimy, sweaty hair, his sexist jokes, his pervert and most of all, she hates him.
But she needs him. And she'll stay with him, because every kiss brings her a little bit closer to a taxi ride away from town, and every one of his touches will buy her a plane ticket. He buys her so much ( a bribe to stay with him) that she'll pawn and leave him and his shit hole of a town in the dust of an airplane, ticket away from him bought with his bribes to stay.