[ The trail of his hands leaves a wave of goosebumps in their wake. With her hands free, it provides an opportunity to loop one loosely over his neck while the other is left free to explore the curves and strong lines of his chest. Her back arches ever so slightly to bump their noses up against one another.

Her voice still holds that apologetic quality to it, eyes trained on his. ]

I can't say that I blame you especially after how I reacted at the loft. I would have been hurt too. [ Her eyes suddenly fill with regret. ] I don't think there's anything I can do to ever make it up to you for hurting you like that. But I want to try if you'll let me.