Chapter 39

Rachel POV

He was sorry?

His apology caught me off guard. Was he really sorry for getting carried away? I didn't want him to be sorry. I wanted more from him. It wasn't too much to ask, right?

He quickly climbed off me and stood up, brushing nonexistent dust from his shirt. My gaze drifted to the fingers that had ignited a fire within me, leaving me breathless and yearning for more.

With a Herculean effort, I pulled myself together, my flushed body slowly rising from the chair to sit upright. It was a struggle to pretend nothing had happened, to act normal instead of someone who had just experienced their first intimate touch.

"I'm sorry, I lost control," he muttered, his gaze drifting everywhere but my face.

I cleared my throat, trying to dislodge the lump that had formed. "I understand," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

He raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement dancing in his voice. "You understand? What exactly do you understand?"