She softly refused, reminding herself to forcefully extinguish that little flame of hope.
Nathan Leafcastle grabbed her wrist again, "It's so late, it's not safe for you to be alone. I just want to take you home, absolutely nothing else!"
It would have been better if he hadn't said this; the words made her feel even more disappointed.
Sally Dalton shook off his arm.
"I already said there's no need!"
She rushed to the roadside, flagged down a taxi, immediately sat in the backseat, and instructed the driver to drive.
Sally Dalton was angry, not at Nathan Leafcastle, but at herself.
Having already decided to leave him, why does she always start fantasizing again when she sees him? She detests this about herself.
