"Oh, Clark. I’m sorry. Forgive me. Forgive me. For…”
“Stop,” he whispered.
she said the words.
He lifted his hands to her shoulders and pushed against them. “Get off me!”
Things are really bad.
“Get… off… of… me!” he growled, his face contorting in what appeared to be pain.
She really should listen to his requests more clearly here. However I can't blame her. This is just not making any sense at all.
He raised his palms to her as he gazed at her in horror. “Stay back.”
This is just horrible.
“Don’t call me that!” he hissed, his voice full of torment and pain. “Just don’t.”
I have to stop for a bit, this is just too hard to read.
