“Hey,” His voice was softer, he reached out to her.
She pulled away violently. “Don’t touch me,” she hissed.
He stood there, frozen on the spot. He held his hands up in an ‘I surrender’ gesture, “Okay…”
She looked at him, her gaze full of fire and ice; she was angry, but she’d switched off, wanting nothing from him.
“Don’t do that,” He said quietly.
“Don’t do what?” She said it like it was a challenge.
“Don’t pull away from me, don’t cut me off.”
“Too late,” she crossed her arms tightly.
He knew it; her walls were back up.