He interrupted her again. “I get that you don’t feel the same. It’s okay.”
“Is it really?” The crease between her eyebrows that he loved so much returned. “Because I don’t think so. You’ve spoiled everything. This isn’t fair to either of us.”
“I know this is where I should say I’m sorry, but I’m not.” She moved to walk away from him, but he took her arm. “I’m tired of lying and trying to hide my feelings.”
She whirled back to face him, her eyes sparking with anger and unshed tears. “We were having such a good time!”
He cupped her face. “Don’t you see? We could have a lifetime—”
She wrenched away from him, stumbling down the hillside.
He went after her.
