Sorry II

"I'm sorry." 

Sam and I halted upon dropping those two words simultaneously. I pursed my lips into a thin line while Sam awkwardly rocked his head back and forth. 

"I..."

"I..."

Again, we spoke at the same time. I bit my lower lip, repressing the smile from resurfacing on my lips. 

Sam gestured to me to speak first. "Ladies first."

"No, you can speak first." I beckoned, stopping the giggle that was tempting to come out.

"Alright..." Sam nodded as he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry..."

Sam trailed off as he remained silent momentarily. When he opened his lips once again, he raised his eyes and looked me in the eye. 

"I was... afraid." He said. 

I furrowed my brows. That wasn't what I expected him to say. Sam being afraid? That sounded unbelievably... odd. 

Sam was the type of man who enjoyed bragging. All the things he bragged about were facts, though. So, no one could really argue about that.