"I don't like the situation," he clarified. "It isn't easy for either of us. As for me not liking you? I don't know you, Rahel. There hasn't been time."
Alex's hands came out of his pockets and he moved to stand on the other side of the bed, facing her. He spread out his arms a little, as if in a plea.
"How can I know, one way or the other, if I haven't been given the chance to find out? I mean, do you like me? Have you already decided?"