"I'm here doing something to apologize, because I know that I handled yesterday badly. I pushed too hard, too fast, and stormed off in a temper when you needed me to slow down. It won't happen again. I'd like to turn back the clock to Saturday night, when we were talking, hanging out. I promise not to try to get you back into the woods." He paused. "For at least forty-eight hours." I laughed. "So you on a schedule." "No, I'm impatient. But I will wait." "For forty-eight hours. And if there's no make-out session by then, time's up." "No. I said I won't for forty-eight hours. What happens after that is up to you." He met my gaze. "It always will be."