She made a kind of facial shrug, accompanying it with the lift of a single shoulder. She didn’t know how to explain it to him, this conviction that if she wasn’t good enough, if she didn’t behave the way he wanted, he would withdraw his welcome. She still couldn’t figure out why he even cared.
Derek furrowed his eyebrows. He couldn’t figure out what the matter was if she didn’t tell him. “Would you like some space?” He asked, moving to get up from the couch. “I can leave you be so you can get some rest.”
That just earned him another shrug. Even though she was tired, she didn’t want to sleep, not after being startled awake in the bathtub. Curling herself up even tighter, she just watched him, falling into a familiar alert mode with all senses open for danger.