He filled his chest with a fresh breath and trailed her face with smaller kisses. It was amazing how one kiss from her could refuel his body. He no longer felt drained, but renewed with energy so strong he knew this craze he had for her would never wane as long as he lived. A frown of confusion tugged on his brows when their gazes met. Tears trickled from the edges of her eyes, slowly dripped down her cheeks. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.” She crushed her face into his chest. “I've been so selfish." The anguish in her voice hung in the air. His fingers moved through her hair, tugging gently on the back of her head so he could see her face. “Selfish?" She nodded, eyes deep with sorrow. “All I've done is think about myself. It seems that's all I ever think about.” Her hands slipped from his waist, and she took a step back. “I can understand why you'd hate me. I've behaved horribly, and I'm so ashamed." "Honey—” he started. "Just please give me a second chance. Please forgive me.”
