Try to explain...

{if Shame < 30
}Fuck. This backfired quickly. Time to save my ass. Beth slid from his lap and sat with her knees up to her chest, giving him a level look. "I'm sorry...I'm just...I have needs that aren't being addressed."
"I see...." Kyle regarded her with some suspicion, "...and you wanted me to meet them for you?"
"I don't know..." Beth didn't have to pretend the frustration in her voice. Why couldn't you have just gone along, you hot idiot?
Beth took some time to lay out {else
}
"I..." Beth's mouth worked. Words would not come. She slid sideways off his lap and pulled her legs up to her chest, burying her face in her arms. {if Shame < 50
}What am I supposed to do? Just tell him how unhappy I am?
{elseif Shame < 70
}How do I explain betraying his brother...my fiancée, like this?
{else
}What the fuck can I say? How did I just throw everything in the garbage?! {endif
}
"Hey..." Kyle's strong hand reached out to rub her arm as she shook with silent tears. "Hey...it's ok, just talk to me. Tell me what's going on."
Oh, great, he's thoughtful and sensitive, too.
After taking a minute to blow her nose and clean her face with some tissues, Beth laid out, haltingly, {endif
}her struggles over the past few months: Kyle's diminishing intimacy, how he was always working now, and how she was starting to be afraid that this was going to be her whole life once they got married: always fighting to get what she needed.
{if Shame < 30
}"I'm sorry for kissing you. I didn't mean to cross your boundaries." Well, I hoped you wouldn't have any, to be honest. "I'd really appreciate it if you kept this between us."
After an agonizing minute, Kyle nodded his head. "I think maybe that's best."
"Really?" The relief in Beth's voice was not faked.
{else
}...th-th-that's no excuse for kiss-ssing you though." Her breath was still coming in shudders. "A-and if you have to tell Brian...I un-under..." she couldn't finish the word, and the tears came again.
"Hey...hey it's ok. Hey." He took her hands in his. "Look at me. Nothing...happened. Okay?"
"But..."
"Nothing....happened. I'm sorry for what you're going through, Beth. And I'm not going to make things worse for you." He smiled. "It was a silly mistake. And an understandable one." {if Shame < 70
}Fuck....now I want him so much more....I'm in trouble here...
{else
}Wow...he really is a sweetheart.{endif
}
"Really?" she was not a fan of how small her voice was at that moment.{endif
}
"Really. Besides, I'd probably get kicked to the curb myself."
"Nuh, uh. Blood is thicker than water." Beth gave a weak laugh, but Kyle's face changed into something... resentful?
"I used to think so..." it was mumbled, but Beth could make out the words. She decided not to press her luck and let that particular spot lie for the time being. Kyle looked over at the clock. "I think you need to get going. I'm going to shower and then hit the rack....take a nap."
"There's a pocket shower in that bathroom." she pointed down the hallway that led to the laundry room. "It's yours to use."
Beth went upstairs to retrieve her purse and massage kit. {if Shame < 30
}You're going to fuck this whole thing up for us, slut, if you don't learn a little fucking caution! {elseif Shame <50
}I know you have needs, girl. But you need to take a hold of yourself. {else
}You are one lucky girl. Now get your head screwed on straight. {endif
} Beth splashed cold water on her face. When she returned to the living room, Beth could hear the shower running. The door to the bathroom had not been fully shut, but she walked briskly past it and out the front door. {if Shame > 29
}Nope. Don't even think about it.{endif
}