Helena sighed and nodded, pulling him in and kissing him gently. “Sorry, I honestly have never broken down like this. I’m not that type of person.”
He smiled against her lips as they kissed. “It’s okay, really. I have dealt with crying women more times than I can count.” He sighed before realizing how tool-like that sounded. “I meant with my coworker and my sister and whatnot. I haven’t dated all that many girls, so that couldn’t be a thing.” He ran a hand through his hair, obviously flustered.
