She has hurt him.
Not by her rejection that cut him deep, but was expected. Not through her words that have bruised his pride. Not by the way she has taken his wide-eyed and honest adoration so completely for granted.
As only a young and very beautiful woman can.
What has wounded him so grievously and stolen his sleep is the knowledge that she fears him. That she believes him capable of some ignoble retribution, some cruel and petty revenge, some angry act to make her suffer. To break her.
She does not understand his Dominant caring, nurturing, cherishing, protecting soul. She does not comprehend the nature of his selfless affection. She thinks him an ordinary man.
Care for him or not, want him or not, ignore him or not, he would never, could never, harm a single hair of her lovely, precious head.
Not in a thousand years