"You did," Myria says, nodding slowly. She sets down her glass and stands up, walking over to him. "Well, then perhaps we should discuss the terms of your apology." Her voice is cool and calm as she reaches out to cup his cheek, examining him carefully.

He swallows hard, feeling the heat of her touch even through his clothes. "What do you want me to say?" he manages to croak.

"That's a good start," Myria says with a smile, her grip on his cheek tightening slightly. "But I think an apology should be more than just words." She leans in closer, her breath warm against his ear as she whispers, "I want you to prove it."

She pulls back just enough that he can see the challenge in her eyes. He stares at her for a long moment before nodding hesitantly. "Okay," he says, his voice little more than a whisper. "

"You did," Myria says, nodding slowly. She sets down her glass and stands up, walking over to him. "Well, then perhaps we should discuss the terms of your apology." Her voice is cool and calm as she reaches out to cup his cheek, examining him carefully.

He swallows hard, feeling the heat of her touch even through his clothes. "What do you want me to say?" he manages to croak.

"That's a good start," Myria says with a smile, her grip on his cheek tightening slightly. "But I think an apology should be more than just words." She leans in closer, her breath warm against his ear as she whispers, "I want you to prove it."

She pulls back just enough that he can see the challenge in her eyes. He stares at her for a long moment before nodding hesitantly. "Okay," he says, his voice little more than a whisper. "