Sam was so glad that she'd said yes to coming home. For the first time since she'd left, he felt a kind of happiness, a kind of relief that things would be okay again eventually.
"Good," Sam said, squeezing her back just as tightly. He didn't want to let her go. So long as he was holding her, she was his again. "I'm so glad."
"I'm sorry for being a jerk," he added. "I guess it's just ... I don't know, Stace, the thought of marriage freaked me out because, well ... uh ..."
He hated sharing his feelings most of the time, and sounding dumb, but he had to make her understand what all the fuss had been about. "It's just kind of there in the back of my mind that my parents got divorced, and your parents got divorced, so what if there was this magical 'break-up' button that activated after people got married? I mean, I know I sound stupid," he added, "but I didn't want to lose you. And then we fought and .. it almost happened anyway."