"I'm better than I was when I left." He said finally, "But still not really right, if you know what I mean."

"I know exactly what you mean, baby, I can't tell you how sorry I am for what I did." It was lame, but all I had. There weren't words for what I'd done or how bad I felt.

"It wasn't what you did, but how you did it." He replied, "I didn't want you like that." He grunted, "Well, okay maybe just not at first. I wanted our first time to be nice."

Good god, he was still talking about us together. But after what happened earlier, I...