How many times would this happen before he got the gist, that she wanted nothing to do with him? Or maybe it was her that needed to get that. Anyway, she knew he hated that she was the one rejecting him, and the one that was also looking at him with passion in her eyes.
What the hell did she want? She needed to figure that out too, but first, she needed to find a way to get him to leave her the hell alone.
She knew quite well it wasn’t coincident that he was here. He still stood behind her and didn't say anything, but maybe he just couldn't. He was probably scared of opening his mouth to say anything because that might make thing even worse than it already was.
He allowed his hands to drop by his sides and stepped back, shaking his head. "Is this really want you want?” he asked. "You
