C9 He hurt me too much

He frowns at me and then shakes his head again, his eyes softening. “We’re not done.”

I shrug and then turn away, walking back into the living room. He follows me again and grabs my shoulder, turning me around.

“We’re not done,” he repeats, his voice cold and hard now.

I grit my teeth. “Let go of me.” I pull away but he holds tight. I yank my arm again but he pulls it back