“Keyd," I said, and his head tilted questioningly in the dark. "I really am sorry about kissing you."

He pulled back. Not just physically, but…something about him just went distant and withdrawn. His expression fell flat and unreadable. "Please don't say that."

"Why? It was a dick thing to do. Just a really stupid mistake. I shouldn't have done it." Or I should have asked.

I heard Keyd take a breath, and not let it out again. My blood slugged thickly in my ears as one of those complete shifts happened between us, where I suddenly had no idea where he was coming from or what he was thinking; couldn't even guess. But I'd obviously fucked something up, said the wrong thing.

"Please, don't take it from me," he said quietly. "If you regret it, I don't want to know.”