Her eyes flickered up to him, her breath holding, and she pulled back, away from him, away from his hand, crawling up the bed, until she was at the headboard, her arms wrapped around her protectively.
"No. Not." He couldn't know, could he? How could he know.
"You don't. I'm... ugly." She turned her face away, blinking suddenly, fear pooling in her stomach where a moment ago all she had felt was want for him.