She hunched even lower under his sarcasm. ‘you pushed me away. you don’t know what to do with me’. He loomed over her, and she looked up, eyes wide. She wasn’t afraid, exactly, of him, but the sheer dependency of her ill-defined role here made her uneasy.
Derek was really getting annoyed now. “Yeah, I’m not used to cuddling strangers.” He shook his head. “If you want to go, go. But you are welcome here. I already made that clear to you.”
She set the pencil to paper, started to write, then scratched it out. She didn’t know how to explain her fears, how she didn’t want to be a burden. Finally she wrote, ‘so lost, confused. please don’t be angry it hurts. it’s hard to ask’.