When he withdrew his touch from her, she rolled on her side with her back to him, hugging herself as tightly as she could. Tears streamed down her cheeks, not at what they had done, which she did not regret, but at his words.
She knew he didn't care for her that way. Of course she knew that. She had never expected that. She had just wanted to help him, to give him something that he needed. To help him. Why had he felt the need to be so cruel? Her tears fell silently, but her shoulders shook with them. She was so lonely, so sad here. And maybe she had wanted a friend. Not a lover. Not a significant other, but just a friend. And she had thought, hoped, maybe...
She choked a bit on her sobs, pulling her dress around her, trying to preserve a bit of her lost modesty.