How dare he be the first man to break her out of the numb, sexless haze she’d been living in? He’d made it clear that any attraction on her end was some kind of personal affront, so of course her stupid, masochistic brain had to fixate on him. But that was exactly it, wasn’t it? Men who wanted her made her feel trapped, panicky. It was much better, much safer, to want somebody who didn’t want her back. Because then she’d never have to worry about getting trapped in another suffocating, inescapable relationship.
