"Ellen!" Rex calls my name but I ignore him. "Ellen!" He draws up beside me. "I'm sorry. I got a little carried away. I'm sorry." From the corner of my eye I see him push back a swath of hair from his eyes. "Shit. That's all I seem to be doing, is apologizing to you."
My feet stop moving and I whirl to face him. "Why did you do that?"
His face is pinched, eyes droop at the corners. "Because I thought you wanted to. I thought you … " He pushes his hair back again, even though it still lies in cowed submission. "You were so close, and when you looked at me with those eyes-"
"So, it's my fault?" I throw up my hands with an exasperated cry and keep walking.
"No. No, that's not what I'm trying to say. It was just … I misunderstood, and I'm sorry. Wait, wait. Let me apologize better." His voice almost sounds sincere … almost … enough to make me halt.
"I promise I won't come on to you again. I won't touch you, make suggestive remarks or, or do anything else-like other stuff I can't think of now-that's inappropriate. I'm sorry. I guess maybe I misunderstood because … never mind. I have a big mouth and I'm impulsive sometimes. What can I say? I'm Italian." He shrugs and buries his hands in his pockets. Like that excuses it-a faulty impulse control switch and Latin genes he can blame whenever he's called out.
I cross my arms and cock my head. "Why should I believe you? Cause it was that bad? Back there?" I can't look at him anymore, wish I had just nodded at his apology and dropped it. My face blazes, and all I want to do is run away from him, to the ladies room, to splash cold water on my cheeks and wash away the awkward memory and my even more awkward reaction. I need to shut up, shut up, shut up.
"What?" He chuckles and the sound echoes through the hallway. "Is that what you … aww, hell no." He raises his hands, palms out. "That is so not what I meant." He moves a little closer, and glances around as if to make sure we're unobserved. In a hushed voice, he says, "The kiss was fantastic, amazing, fabuloso, but I shouldn't have done it. I promise, I swear even, I won't do it again. I'll never try to kiss you or touch you … unless you ask me, of course." He shifts to face me. "I am a man of my word. You can trust me." His smile fades. "Please trust me. Alright?"