He wanted her to wake up. Once she did, everything would be fine. Her ashen features wouldn’t worry him any longer the second she opened her eyes. They had tried to do too much too quickly. He should have stopped her at four like they originally planned. They had both been caught up in the moment. When the side effects traveled from her body to his, he should have recognized it and stopped her then. Satisfaction was the only thing on his mind at that moment. The heat… He shuddered at the memory. If that was even a fraction of what Lulu had felt their first night together, he deeply regretted subjecting her to it. He’d thought it was simple passion that needed sating. The raw urgency that overcame him, that made him push aside gentle lovemaking so he could fuck Lulu into passing out, scared him. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “Lulu, please. I’m sorry.” She didn’t wake. He tapped her cheek, a soft pat more than a tap since he didn’t want to cause her more pain.
