Katie had to admit that none of this felt at all right but the sting of rejection hit her sharply. Embarrassment filled her and her cheeks flushed red. She moved away, shame and regret filling her. She nodded and tucked the towel tightly around her. The self-loathing and self-recrimination that flared up inside of her was awful. No. It wasn't supposed to be like that between them. Not at all. This wasn't right but she didn't even know if he wanted anything with her anymore.
She met his gaze, swallowing. The space between them was further than across the hall. It was vast. They'd done themselves in and Katie was absolutely miserable over it. "You're probably right," she whispered, staring down, feeling bloody awful.
It took her all her courage but she stepped in front of him and lightly caressed his face brushing his hair off his forehead. "I am sorry, Oliver," she said, voice soft. She leaned forward and brushed a light kiss to his lips. Feeling empty and overwhelmed by what was taking place. "I am."