" I need space to think.”
He looked stunned, almost like I’d hit him. “Space?”
I nodded, chewing my lip to hell.
And then Cam’s eyes darkened, his whole expression growing taut with coming anger. I began to gnaw my lip as he took a menacing step towards me. “Space from me?”
I nodded.
“Fuck that shit,” he growled. "

― Samantha Young , Down London Road (On Dublin Street, #2)