His touch was gentle when she leaned into him but so quickly she was pulling away. He immediately let go of her arm, his expression darkening at her words of breaking her ankle. "What the hell!" he barked. "Christ, Leah, do you have to... Are those tears?" he demanded. Well hell.
CJ took a breath and tried to calm the anger that was coiling inside him along with something else he chose to ignore. Guilt? "Look...don't, cry." Fuck, he was horrible with a woman who was in tears, especially when he'd caused the tears. He felt the desire to do or say something to fix this and his brain was scrambling. Until she brought up his sexual habits.
"What do you care who I fuck? And I am fully aware that you don't wish to sleep with me, Leah. You've made that abundantly clear on more than one occasion now," he retorted.