"what the HELL?"

he shrunk away, defeated, deflated, embarrassed.

she leapt up from the couch, turning away as her heart pounded furiously

apoplectic, she stood there, her eyes finally meeting his

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, "I thought... you... I don't know."

she just stood there, trying to calm her pulse

"I'm sorry, Shellie." he whispered again, looking away

she left without a word, the door closing quietly behind her

he sat back on the couch and she sat down in the front seat of her car

their lips were still warm

her fury faded and she realized

she wasn't really angry

at all