MASHA
He jerked back as if the offer burned him. For a second the room was a hollow, terrible place where only the sound of our breathing could be heard.
“No,” he snapped, and the word was sharper than anything I expected. His hands balled into fists at his sides. “Not like this. I don't want us to do this.”
The warmth left my face faster than I could steady it. For a moment I stood there panting, panicked and my fingers still aching from where I’d grazed him.
I felt ashamed and my face flushed before anger bubbles in my chest. He pinned me to the wall first. He kissed me first. Was that a stupid game? Was he like Matt or even worse?
I felt annoyed as I created space between us and said,
“If you don’t want me,” I paused, “then just say so. No need to be an asshole about it!.
I turn
