Chapter 25

They stayed like that for a while. Her fingers moving through his hair. His forehead still resting against her thigh. His breath was hot on her skin. It sent a shiver down her spine. There was no way she shouldn’t be turned on. She had never come so much in her life in one encounter.

Neither of them moved.

She should’ve said something. Anything. But she was exhausted. It fogged her brain a little.

But she didn’t know where to start. She didn’t know if she even wanted to break the silence yet. It wasn’t awkward. It was... necessary.

But then he exhaled. A low, ragged breath, like he’d been holding it for a few moments.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered again, barely above a whisper.

Her hand stilled.

She looked down at him. Taking in his disheveled state.

His eyes were closed. His body still braced against her like the apology was heavy enough to knock him over. Seeing him at her feet like this was humbling.

“Why?” she asked. “Why are you sorry?