She was about to leave when he grabbed her wrist to stop her. She turn to face him, apparantly annoyed but hopeful in secrecy. For a moment he wouldn't speak though the words hung restlessly on his lips. But when she made an attempt to free her hand, he finally spoke. 

"I think I'm in love with you," he said steadily, yet avoiding eyecontact.

Her lips pressed together into a hard line.

"Then you're misstaking. Love is not logic. It's an emotion. It's something you feel. And you always know what you feel," she said harshly and flung her arm free before leaving.