She watched his eyes move down to her lips and linger on them, his jaw clenched and she could recognize the burn in his eyes, his gaze darkening as though he was having some sort of internal conflict with himself, right before he took a step back, away from her.
"Go to your room, for the last time." He said in a strained voice.
Disappointment seeped through her, a mix of it and the familiar feeling of embarrassment that left its bitter taste rolling down her throat.
He must have noticed her emotions depicted on her face because he added after a few seconds of silence. "I'm going to hurt you, Annalise, and not in a good way."
Then hurt me.
A small part of her was horrified to find out that she wasn't against the idea entirely even though she had no idea what he meant. She wanted his arms on her, his mouth on hers and she wanted him more than anything else.
“For the love of the Lord, Annalise, go to your room.”