Finally, we collapse together on the bed, gasping for air and trying to catch our breaths. For what feels like an eternity, we lie there entwined, savoring the afterglow of our passionate lovemaking. When at last I muster the strength to speak, my voice is soft and shaky with emotion.

"I'm sorry,"

I whisper again, pressing a kiss to his sweaty forehead. "For forcing you... for not listening..."

I laugh weakly, rolling off of him and sitting up on my knees. A tremor runs through my body as I remember how close we came to making things irreparable between us. But now... now it feels different. Like maybe we can find a way forward together, despite everything that's happened.

"Maybe you're right,"

I murmur, looking down at him with an uncertain expression. "Do you think... do you think there might be some middle ground? Some way for us to..."