Greer felt the urge to step back, but he held his ground, taking a deep breath so that his chest rose and fell visibly as he tried to calm himself. He wanted Mikhal closer, as close as he could get. Squeezing his eyes shut against that thought, Greer shook his head. "I'm not pretending it didn't happen. I just think--" he didn't want to say the word 'mistake,' but that's what he was calling it in his mind. "You make it sound like I was using you. I wasn't. It just happened. I'm sorry."
For some reason, he hadn't expected Mikhal to act wounded. The man seemed impervious to such things and that assumption had helped Greer through some of his guilt. Mikhal was worldly. He probably hadn't even really cared about Greer. But standing there now, he thought perhaps he'd been wrong and that made his heart beat frantically in his chest.
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