That face. It was all it took. Natalie's walls crumbled and before she even knew what was happening, she was in his head. The sudden surge was almost painful with how unexpected it was, and she grasped at the back of the nearby chair.
I don't need this.
This isn't worth it.
The thoughts surged through her, before she finally managed to pull back into her own head, a headache pounding in her temples.
"Lukas warned me about you," she said angrily, glad to be back within the confines of her own mind. "Your own friend told me, and I didn't listen." She let out a bitter laugh. "I'm so sorry that I'm not worth it to you, Evan. Maybe you're not fucking worth it to me, either." And her hands came to his chest to give him a swift shove backward toward the door.