Sinclair's pov
Trying to control my anger so as to not do anything that might hurt her feelings beyond repair was a task I have mastered these past few weeks, and I was putting it to good use at the moment.
"I want to be left alone, Sinclair. I don't need you here now." She said and folded her arms in front of her. I took in a good amount of breath and exhaled a few seconds later to calm my nerves before thinking of what to say to her..
"Are you sure that's what you want?" I asked and moved even closer to her. So close that I could hear her unsteady breathing.
I was boiling up inside. My blood stream felt like there was a fire heating it up. As I stood behind her, I didn't know whether I wanted to stay mad at her or disappointed.
"Okay, let's talk," I said and sat on the bed, folding my arms over my chest while she slowly turned around to look at me.