Catherine Callahan deliberately avoided looking at his face and said softly, "I hope this illusion is just that—an illusion. I never used to envy couples in love, but now, I'm suddenly realizing that it's not easy to truly win someone's heart."
"It's getting late. Let's go back."
He started down the steps without another word.
Catherine followed him and got into the passenger seat. She couldn't put her finger on what was wrong, but she felt a sense of unease.
Just as Quentin Grant was about to shift gears, she abruptly turned and tried to kiss him.
He recoiled instinctively.
He shoved her away.
Catherine's head slammed against the window with a THUD. She looked at him, tears instantly streaming down her face.
"You can sleep with any random plaything, so why can't you kiss me?"
He averted his gaze, his lips moving before he finally spoke. "From now on, stay at least a foot away from me."
