Hera pulled herself away from his touch and sat upright on the bed. At first, she thought that she didn't hear him clearly, but she did. He was asking her to move in. There's no way she could do that. They're not in any relationship whatsoever, and she doesn't know if it's the right thing to do at this point. Moving in was a very big request, and she doesn't know what to say or how to even respond to that. She most definitely wasn't expecting him to say such a thing to her.
She was trying not to feel guilty that he had slept here and he was asking her to move in? She would just have to tell him that she couldn't do it, but why was it so hard for her to do so? Was it because somewhere in her heart of hearts, she was considering it?
Hera heard the ruffling of sheets behind her as he tried to get up as well. "Why are you so quiet? Did I say or do something wrong this time?"
She shook her head no. "Not really. I'm just...I don't think that I'm ready to move in with you, Bryce. I don't want to." She ran her hands up and down her arms nervously.
He smiled at how nervous she had become. "I wasn't forcing you to move in with me, Hera. I just requested it. You are free to say yes or no to my request. I wouldn't drag you there with me, and you know that."
"You're not mad at me?" Her tiny voice cracked. She was feeling bad for turning him down. She doesn't know why though. It was the right thing to do after all, but it felt as if she was wrong somehow.
"I am mad at you," he admitted. "Not because you refused to move in with me but because you were too scared to tell me how you felt about my request. I have never forced you to do anything, have I?" He asked and she shook her head no.
"I'm sorry, Bryce," she apologized, fondling with her dress. Her conscience pricked at her entire being.