“You haven’t given me a chance.” It hurt. He pulled away inside, and it hurt. She searched his face, trying to find why. “You … aren’t going to give me a chance. Are you.”
He looked back up at her, slightly hurt by her accusation. “I never said anything of the sort, Summer.”
“Yes you did,” she whispered, forgetting to hide what she could do. He had asked, and then — “You pulled away inside.”