Her gaze followed his hand as he raised it, and watched as the expression on his face changed. She could feel her heartrate speed up, knew her lips had parted with a little breath as she imagined how John had got those bruises, and what they meant to him.
She felt herself flushing at his question, and she lowered her gaze quickly, shaking her head. "It doesn't matter. If you're seeing someone now, it's different, isn't it?"