“Oh, I'm sorry. Did I interrupt some sort of dominance foreplay?”
“No time for foreplay?” I teased breathlessly.His smile was sly. “Oh, we’ve had nothing but foreplay from the day we first met.”
“Sorry I'm not your boyfriend. And I mean that in all sorts of ways.”
“Oh, God, Alaska, I love you. I love you,' and the Colonel whispered, 'I'm so sorry, Pudge. I know you did,' and I said, 'No. Not past tense.”
“I'm sorry I didn't tell you I loved you when I knew I did. Most of all I'm sorry I gave up on us when you never did.”
“I swallow any sort of apology."screwing your neighbor."There. Said it. React, okay?pregnant pause becomes three weeks overdue. Four weeks. Time for a C-section. What? Oh, Kaeleigh, I'm so sorry. Are you sure...?”