C51 Heartwarming Apology

He strode to our bedroom and kicked the door open, with another kick the door shut. He walked us to the bed and dropped me down; I bounced on the soft mattress. He climbed the bed and leaned over until my face was inches away from him, his hand moved to my neck and pulled me until our forehead touched. “I... I’m sorry,”

I stared at him, confused with his apology, “I know.