"Let go!!" The moment their hands touched, Orelia seemed to get a shock, pulling Kyle's hand away with all her might.
Kyle froze, staring at his hand, now left hanging in mid-air. A flash of confusion crossed his eyes. "Orelia... you pulled away from me?"
"I..." Orelia avoided his gaze, stammering slightly, "I can walk on my own. I'll follow you."
Orelia knew she had overreacted, but she didn't want to explain herself.
"Don't want me to touch you?" Kyle stepped closer, his gaze fixed intently on her face. "Are you rejecting me?"
'We used to be so close, even if it wasn't always intense. Now she's rejecting and avoiding me?'
Orelia looked down, her lashes trembling as she stayed silent.
Kyle chuckled, turning to walk away without any further physical contact. "Then keep up."
Orelia
