He dragged in a sharp breath and stepped back as though distance alone could undo what had just happened. His hands fell limply to his sides.
Jacqueline swayed on unsteady legs, barely catching herself. She blinked up at him, slow and dazed, her chest rising and falling in frantic rhythm. Her lips were swollen and flushed, her cheeks burning, her wide eyes locked onto his face.
She had no idea what she was supposed to say. Or do.
Then she saw it.
Guilt. Shame.
The sight of it twisted her stomach painfully. He raked a hand through his hair, fingers shoving it back as fury flickered across his features anger not at her, but at himself. Before she could force even a single word past her trembling lips, he turned away from her and strode back inside.
