Gently remove his hand from you waist.
"Nothing," you reply. "What do you mean?"
"Well, you must suddenly hate me if you don't want me to touch
you," he says, a hurt puppy look coming to his face.
"Umm..." you stall, glancing around. What do you
say?
You gently grab his hand and remove it from your waist. He looks at
you, confused. "What's wrong, Alyssa?" he asks, his voice
washing over you.
