The muscles around the tender area were definitely starting to ease off a little, likely a mixture of the medication, shower and her hands. He was grateful to her. He had rather expected her to be angry about it.
When she explained what she was apologising for, Darcy sort of buried his face into the sheets beneath him. He knew they were going to have to talk, but he really didn’t want to. He wasn’t sure where it was going to lead. After a moment he lifted his face again and took a deep breath before he spoke.
“That is not exactly something you have any control over,” he said, more calmly than he felt.