[There's a moment where she forgets herself, and for a second she's responding, kissing him, before her thoughts actually catch up with what's happening.
It's not easy, to step back, and it's even less easy to snatch her hand away from his, holding her hands to her chest instead, defensive and protective all at once, her fingers curled around her own wrist. After spending most of this conversation not being able to look at him, she's meeting his gaze now, and there's nothing in her expression but hurt.]
Why?
[It's an accusation, because he knows, he knows that she can't do this and she can't imagine any reason why he'd keep pushing except for that he hates her, maybe.]
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It's not easy, to step back, and it's even less easy to snatch her hand away from his, holding her hands to her chest instead, defensive and protective all at once, her fingers curled around her own wrist. After spending most of this conversation not being able to look at him, she's meeting his gaze now, and there's nothing in her expression but hurt.]
Why?
[It's an accusation, because he knows, he knows that she can't do this and she can't imagine any reason why he'd keep pushing except for that he hates her, maybe.]
What did I do to you?
[Why is he doing this?]