Summer wanted to cry. Not because it hurt (and it did, but it was lessening some) but because this moment was quickly being ruined. It was supposed to be so special, it was supposed to be full of love and no one told her it would hurt this much. Maybe it was her small frame, maybe they hadn't kissed enough, touched enough, she didn't know, she thought she was ready. And as he rambled, so clearly desperate to make it better, her heart felt like it might break into a thousand pieces, something that hurt more than what was going on with her.

His hand pressed to her cheek and her eyes fluttered open to look at him, tearfully. "I'm sorry," she said softly, leaning in a bit to press a kiss to his lips. She was sorry that this was such a mess, but as she moved, the pain didn't get worse, it stayed the same, just an ache, a throbbing sensation. And with a shaky sigh, she spoke. "Just... give me a m-moment. And just... kiss me, okay?" Kissing had made her body feel better before, maybe if she just relaxed some... She made the decision to go on, to shift down until their bodies were pressed flush together. And while it didn't hurt as much, it still didn't exactly feel great, making her whimper softly against his lips. "Okay, I'm okay." Her hand curled against his neck as she breathed against his lips, furious at her own body. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."