Diane's POV
As if he hears my thoughts, he pulls away from me with a curse.
He creates distance between us, leaning his hands on the counter.
"Sorry, that was a mistake." He mutters.
My heart drops, even though this should be what I wanted.
Even if he wasn't going to pull away, I was.
Maybe.
"It's fine." I murmur, folding my arms.
"Just... forget this ever happened. No need to dwell on it." He adds.
Annoyance flares up in me.
"I think you're the one taking it too seriously. It means nothing to me, so naturally I will forget such even happened." I retort, despite the mild longing and disappointment bubbling inside.
Those feelings infuriate me.
He scoffs.
"Right. It's the same for me. I'm just pent up." He says.
I try not to let that statement get to me.
"Good."
"Good."
