[ If she slips her hand back from his almost as quickly as he's touched her, it has nothing to do with a lack of wanting on her end; on the contrary, the sensations that course through her from even the slightest initiation between them are something she has no control over, and therefore doesn't trust.
It isn't anger that drives her to pull away, but the rising suspicion that if he moves to touch her again she won't be able to stop herself from making a spectacle of herself right here and now. ]
You don't have to make it sound as if you're doing me a favor.
[ That part of it has made her bristle somewhat, a natural response to the thought that he might only be offering because he thinks he has to, but before she can risk driving him away and leaving herself in an even more dire predicament than she is already, she blurts out the rest. ] — Not here.
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It isn't anger that drives her to pull away, but the rising suspicion that if he moves to touch her again she won't be able to stop herself from making a spectacle of herself right here and now. ]
You don't have to make it sound as if you're doing me a favor.
[ That part of it has made her bristle somewhat, a natural response to the thought that he might only be offering because he thinks he has to, but before she can risk driving him away and leaving herself in an even more dire predicament than she is already, she blurts out the rest. ] — Not here.