How many times would this happen before he got the gist, that she wanted nothing to do with him? Or maybe it was her that needed to get that. Anyway, she knew he hated that she was the one rejecting him, and the one that was also looking at him with passion in her eyes. 

What the hell did she want? She needed to figure that out too, but first, she needed to find a way to get him to leave her the hell alone. 

She knew quite well it wasn’t coincident that he was here. He still stood ...