That was not the reaction he'd been hoping for. A 'then we'd better stop' or an 'I'm not ready' or a 'I don't want to stop,' though he'd figured that was unlikely. Not terror. Not that guilt-stricken look that said what they'd done was something wrong rather than a discovery that sent wonder shivering down his spine.

He looked just as stricken, pale and there was a shimmer of tears in his eyes. Pushing himself up to sitting, he automatcially curled in on himself, arms tight around his knees. He swallowed, and the warmth was gone in the freezing cold. He was surprised his teeth weren't chattering because he felt like his skin was ice.

"I thought..." He'd thought Warren was feeling the same as he was. "I'm..." He swallowed again, trying to find the words. "I'm sorry...I..." Misunderstood. But that had been Warren who'd kissed him. Warren who'd pressed into him and who he'd felt hard and wanting against him. But...

He closed his eyes, words just a whisper this time. "I'm sorry."