Mike had his head in his hands. He felt lower than a slug. He had to say something, to explain somehow, to make it right.
"I'm sorry," they said in unison, each surprising the other.
"What?" she asked quietly. "Why are you sorry?"
He sighed deeply, obviously wracked with guilt about what had happened. "Last night, I just..." he began, but then fell silent. What the hell could he possibly say?
He lifted his head, determined to make this right between them. "Last night was the best night of sleep I ever had," he said, his voice full of sincerity. "Even with all the bruises and cuts, I wouldn't trade the memory of holding you all night for anything. I'd gladly do it again to have another night like that." He sighed, turning to look at her. "I didn't mean to ruin everything that happened last night, I didn't mean to..." He lowered his head again, "I didn't mean to get excited. Last night just felt too pure, too innocent and then I had to get erect and ruin...," She raised her hand to his
