#Chapter15
Rejection
/"Why? What do you think I'm going to do to you?/" I retort angrily, hurt stupidly, and reacting like he offended me on every level. It's an insane disappointment, eating me up inside, because all I really want to do is run into his arms and continue what was interrupted days ago. I need to feel his skin on mine and hate the fact he clearly doesn't.
/"It's not you, it's me. I'm finding things hard and after what happened at the pack house, it's safer to keep you at least thirty feet away from me at all times./" He shrugs, rounding those large shoulders and drawing my eye, making it obvious he doesn't trust himself.
I guess he means the kiss, and the urge to mark me that followed seconds after. I guess I'm wrong and he does have the same insane need I do. I have to agree, proximity does make me want to touch him all the more, but thirty feet is a little extreme.
