Pushing away from the door, she moved towards him, kittenish in her movements. Hr was so far away. It was daunting enough to have this conversation without him being across the room. So she closed the distance between them. Most of it in fact. When she stopped, she was practically touching him.
And she wanted to. But not yet. They had to talk first...and that's why she had come.
"I don't know," she spoke softly, almost simpering. "I don't know how I feel. I just don't want you to be angry with me anymore, Zach." Lifting a hand, she slowly curled her fingers around the edge of his collar, eyes following the path of folded cloth to the edge of his throat. He looked nice, for so late at night.
It was tempting, to just give herself away to him. But those were cards she didn't want to have to play unless she had to. "I don't want you to be sore with me."