“I’m sorry,” she said again. He kissed her forehead. “You don’t have to be. They’re the ones who did wrong, not you.” Now why in the great god’s name did I just do that? He didn’t know. He hadn’t even thought before he kissed her. It doesn’t mean anything. He’d only brushed his lips across her forehead, like a brother might. It didn’t have to be anything more than that.
