Ariana's POV
"Baby no!"
"No?" I looked at him shocked. Here I was naked in front of him, almost begging him to take me and he says no?
I have never in my life felt so rejected. I moved away and pulled the covers to cover myself and stood up from the bed.
"Ariana! Stop! Let me explain!"
"You don't have to," I said in a low, broken voice, and pulled back the shirt I had borrowed from him and the shorts.
I walked towards the door when he pulled me back by my elbow, but my moves were mechanical, and I removed his hand with a fighting move, startling him.
"Wait!" He said and I could see the sincerity on his face, but I felt so broken that I didn't have the straight to deal with this now.
"Don't. Touch. Me." I said in a warning tone that I couldn't understand if it was my voice or Jemma
