This... hurt. And was it supposed to? She wasn't sure. But even though he did exactly as she asked, pulled her to him, kissed her like he was a dying man and she was oxygen, left her legs trembling and her knees weak, made her whimper against his lips, it still hurt. And maybe that was because, in this moment, it didn't take an empath to know, to feel, how much she'd hurt him. And it was almost scary how much that hurt her.
Her eyes were closed when he stepped away and it took her a moment before she actually opened them, which wasn't until she realized she was also holding her breath and she took a deep one to refill her lungs, exhaling it slowly. She didn't know what to say now. Her mouth felt impossibly dry and... well words just seemed empty, probably because they always were. And she wanted to reach out and touch him but... What if he pulled his hand away? She'd cry again, she just knew it, and she didn't want to do that here right now.
"Do you want me to go?" Her voice even felt dry, hoarse, maybe a tiny bit terrified, but she couldn't think of anything else to say. She did add, however, "I don't want to, but I will if you want me to", simply because she didn't want him to think that she was asking for an easy way out.