This felt so good. It dulled and numbed all the stupid thoughts that ran through her head and somewhere there were other thoughts, of other people roaming through her mind, but the protests were so quieted by his hand on her head, the nibble to her lip. It wasn't until Lukas made a rather unhappy noise that Lenore was pulled out of the serenity of that kiss. She blinked, trying not to think about what had just happened, because if she did she knew she would cry. For what, she wasn't sure. But that choking sensation and need to cry was forming its way in the pit of her stomach and in her chest.
And then he apologized. She looked up at him, a frown worn distinctly on her face. "Sorry? Sorry for what?" She replied, her head canted to the side, readjusting Lukas on her hip. "That was an accident? You didn't mean it? You shouldn't have, we shouldn't have... what?" She was angry, and frustrated, and tired, and sad, and she missed him. She had missed him all this time, though she had to admit it had been getting better. "I don't understand what you want, Connor."