“I don’t want you,” I repeated, this time more certain, and I felt Knight’s hands drop from my waist.
“What?” he asked, his eyes not leaving mine.
“I don’t want you, Knight. Not if you’re going to continue this way—constantly pushing me away and only reaching out when you feel like it. I’m not asking you to date me,” I added sharply. “I don’t think I want to date you yet too, but if you’re slightly interested—which it seems like you are, with all this,” I said, pointing at our position, “then you need to do a lot better for us to even have the slightest chance.
I have no issue walking away right now if this is the way you’ll be going forward.”
I paused steadying my voice.
“No one wants a nonchalant man… no matter how hot he is,” I finished, surprising myself.
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