[ And you might not be looking his way, but it's unlikely that you'll miss the intake of breath that he takes at that apology, the sound of him slipping that cigarette back into it's pack before his weight allows the mattress to sink.
Behind you now, with a huffed sigh, his arms around you and his face pressed into your neck. ]
Don't. Please.
[ There's a hitch on that first syllable, and a breath shortly after that second one.
And then he's pulling back, giving you space, because he needs to calibrate.
His voice is soft when he speaks again: ] You don't have anything to apologize for.
no subject
Behind you now, with a huffed sigh, his arms around you and his face pressed into your neck. ]
Don't. Please.
[ There's a hitch on that first syllable, and a breath shortly after that second one.
And then he's pulling back, giving you space, because he needs to calibrate.
His voice is soft when he speaks again: ] You don't have anything to apologize for.