“I—I’m sorry, I don’t…” Another shake of his head. “If I gave the impression that I wanted… then I’m sorry. But you’re drunk and”—he met her eye—“I don’t want just bodies with you.” His jaw flexed, then he turned and stalked away. She opened her mouth to argue but… But her tongue had gone thick and slow and stupid again. What was she meant to say? How could she argue? He’d said no. He’d rejected her. But you’re drunk and I don’t want just bodies with you.
