She shifted uncomfortably, folding her arms and not meeting his gaze. "I wanted to talk to you," she said quietly.
She pursed her lips, and he would see her red-rimmed eyes and realize that she had been crying. "Did I ever tell you about Luke?"
She crossed her arms defensively, looking down at the ground. "I think I did. At least... well... he was the person I was in love with, back on Earth. We met in the first year of college and... we lived together and we loved each other, but..." She cleared her throat. "We had been together three years, and I got back to our apartment one day, and... there was someone else. For almost a year, he had been sleeping with someone else."
She shook her head listlessly. "It's not your fault, and I'm not here to make you feel sorry for me. But you have to understand why... why this is hard for me. I promised myself that I wouldn't be the one getting hurt again. I wouldn't be the sucker. And... well... being in love with someone means that one of the two people are going to end up being screwed. So it's just better to close yourself off."
She frowned, her brow furrowed. "And now... you're here, and you're sweet and sexy and funny and kind, and I could easily, easily fall in love with you. You have no idea, Warner."
"No, you don't understand," she said, sounding desolate. "I do want you. I want all of you, but... I just..."
