Mickie covered her face and shook, not with the pleasure of a moment ago but with something else. He disentangled himself from her legs and moved up beside her. “Baby, Mickie, I’m sorry. Didn’t you want me to…that is…we don’t have to do anything else. I thought—” Damn he’d ruined the single night they would ever have. If there had ever been a chance of more, he’d blown it by…by…. By making her come? By coming on too strong? “What did I do wrong?” Her shoulders shook harder and sounds came from behind her hands until she lowered them and convulsed in a ball. Of…laughter? Her cheeks were streaked with tears, but she was laughing. “Val, you didn’t do anything wrong. I’m happy, I think. Happy to be with you, sad for the loss of so much time, and overwhelmed at how good it felt.” She smoothed her features and knelt up, next to him. “I don’t know where we’re going from here, this may be a moment time has granted us.
