Still Grace's P.O.V.

I tried to pace my agitated breaths, the anger that had overcome me was, to say the least, mighty.

I was hiding my head in my hands, grabbing handfuls of my own hair in my fists and squeezing it tight, until I felt a soft hand on my knee, Mike's hand.

I looked up, he had a mixture of shock, fright and amusement drawn on his face, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have let what he said bother me, I trust you Grace, you're one of the few people I do trust. I guess...I, just, panicked. You know, when he brought up the whole idea of sex and stuff, I just, it made me feel sick! I'm not ready for that, you know how I feel about it all and to think that if I didn't give you that, you'd leave me, was a terrifying thought..." he whispered, sorrowfully.

I gave him a heartfelt smile, intertwining my fingers with his, "I'm sorry too, I shouldn't have gone off like that, just, to think he thinks he knows me better than I know myself disgusted me, that he thought he had the right to share his hypothesis when he was way out of order outraged me, but I'm sorry, just let it be known that, sex, will never be a reason why I leave you, if I ever leave you." I said quietly, leaning over and hugging him, he embraced me in his arms and kissed my head.