Her heart was pounding in her ears and the sound of his voice was crushing her. Why did Sweets have to go and write that? Why did it have to be that?
"I know," she said, voice cracking with her own emotions. "I know. It's just......this...this always ends badly for me. I can't....I can't do that to you."
Her hands were still on his chest but they weren't pushing him away anymore, but holding on to his shirt. He had to understand.