“Aaron?” Oriah knocked on the crew quarter door. She heard him pacing on the other side. “Aaron, open the door please.” The door unlatched and he stood in front of her, tall and imposing, gone was the warmth she was used to, his featured were cold.

“What is it Oriah?” His voice was ice.

“I…I’m sorry.” She didn’t know where to start, or how to talk to him like this.

“That’s nice, are you done?” He didn’t wait for her to finish, he start closing the door in her face, he was done being humiliated, he didn’t want her pity.

“Please Aaron, it’s not what you think…” She pushed her way in so that he couldn’t hide from her, although she felt like hiding from him and his glare. “He caught me by surprise…”

“He forced himself on you?” The look in his eyes frightened her.

“No!”

“So you wanted him to kiss you?”

“No! Yes…I don’t know.” She cried out, she felt hot tears on her face. “It was my very first kiss, and it felt wrong. There’s nothing between Cohen and me, I need you to know that.”

“Don’t cry, I’m sorry Oriah, please don’t cry.” His heart softened, he couldn’t handle a crying woman, he stepped forward and wiped the tears away with his calloused thumb. He was cupping her face in his large hands. “What am I going to do with you?” Aaron whispered.