"Did I ever say I didn't like the time we spent together?" he said darkly, turning to glare her. "I don't think those fucking words ever left my mouth."
He fell back into the couch cushion, a frown set firmly on his lips. "I don't mean just telling me things about what you do. I wanna know what you like, what you hate, I want to know you."
Standing up then, he glared at her as he walked towards the door, flinging it open. "Door's right here if you want to leave."