Humiliated was mostly how she felt. She'd made certain assumptions about how this whole thing would play out, and she'd been dead wrong. And for all his words, she didn't understand why he didn't want her. Why didn't he want that intimacy with her? She wanted it to be special, too. She'd wanted tonight to be special.

She retreated into her room, closing the door because she couldn't look at him anymore just then. "I'd prefer it if you left," she said, leaning against the door with a sniffle.