“I’m so sorry,” I whispered, unable to tear my eyes off his. “I just…I…” Shaking my head, I exhaled a ragged breath and whispered, “I shouldn’t have done that.” He shook his head and used his crutch to step closer, pressing his body flush against mine. “Me, too,” he replied gruffly, gaze flickering from my eyes to my mouth. “Why are you sorry?” I breathed, trembling from head to toe. He cupped my cheek with his free hand and tilted my chin up. “Because I shouldn’t do this,” he whispered. And then he kissed me.
