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He pulled away with a sharp exhale. My grip on him was tight, but he yanked out of my arms with such force I had to let him go.
“What’s wrong?” I asked breathlessly.
“Abby, we can’t be doing this,” he said, equally breathless, lips full and red.
“But— you—” Humiliation flooded through me. I couldn’t even look him in the eyes. My face did crumple then, mouth trembling.
“Abby—” Seth started, reaching out a hand to me.
Without saying another word, I fled down the hall to the stairs, practically throwing myself down them.
For the second time that night, I fled as someone called out my name.
But I didn’t look back.
