Chapter Twenty
“What’s wrong?” Jeremy asked, reaching down toward Nola, but she swatted his hand away, falling off the bed in her desperate scramble to get away from him.
“Don’t touch me!” Nola’s back slammed into the edge of her dresser, sending a wave of pain through her spine. “Ouch!”
Jeremy reached for her again. “Nola, be careful.”
“I said don’t touch me!” she screamed, groping her way up the desk, not looking away from Jeremy.
“Nola, I’m sorry.” Jeremy’s face crumpled. He tucked his hands behind him as though trying to prove he wouldn’t reach for her again.
But the movement tightened the skin on his arm, making the red line of freshly healed flesh even more apparent.
“I shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have pushed you so fast, I’m sorry.”
“How could you?” she whispered.
