She nearly cries when she finds out he loves her- for what business does he have, falling in love with her? Why would she be the one to break him, to change him? They are so disastrously similar- she knows how this would end and it breaks her heart. Love could shatter him; it had before, and turned him into the mess of a man that had somehow ended up in her bed that strange April night.
He's got those bright blue eyes that can go from treacherous to innocent at the drop of a hat- or a façade; what business does he have falling in love with her, this hard, guarded wreck who runs from love as fast as she can (faster, even, than him, perhaps)? She pushes to the back of her mind those moments in the past few years when her eyes had met those bright blue ones and her pulse quickened; she tries to set aside the memory of waking up to find those eyes gazing sleepily at her, a memory that is far more pleasant than she cares to admit.
She would hurt him, and she knows it, so she forces her guard up and tells herself that he's off-limits, no matter how tempted she may be.
No matter how in love with him she is.