Owen couldn't help himself. "Don't..." He stammered, leaning in close. "Don't be sorry..." He brushed her cheek with his fingertips. She was so beautiful. He wished he knew her, had gotten to know here before the kids and the everything. His head tilted to the side and he was angling so that their heads didn't bump.
He sighed, soft and nervous. "I understand, uh, that you do?" Blushing, he kissed her. It was tentative and barely kissing at all.