Betrayal
She finished up in the bathroom, just drying her hair and braiding it to keep it from turning into a rats-nest and dressed in pale blue flannel sleep shorts and matching tank top. Pulling back the comforter, she crawled in and rolled onto her side as close to the edge as possible, taking up as little room as she could.
It seemed like hours before he came to bed. She felt his side of the bed sink and the comforter shift as he got comfortable. She felt all the muscles in her back ripple oddly as he reached over and touched her shoulder.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me. I never meant to hit you, I am so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I promise it will never, ever happen again. Can you *please* forgive me, Cupcake?"
A/N - with the exception of the nickname, this exact thing happened to me.
Sorry for the odd cathartic posts, I think someone elses muse wandered over to inspire me.