As soon as she pushed back, Sam let her go, stepped away. He pushed his hand through his bangs and shook his head. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have... I should've stopped you." God, he felt like a heel. Like the worst kind of frat-boy douche. "I'm really sorry."

He didn't know what else to say. Or what to do. So he just stood there. If she wanted to punch him or something, he would totally let her.