the little , doubting voice inside her , the one that whispered insecure comments in her ear at inappropriate times , the saboteur of all that was good and whole in her life , tried desperately to wiggle its way to the surface as dylan 's arms wrapped around her , as his lips touched hers , as his mouth explored hungrily and apologized with little movements and sighs , hands saying `` i 'm sorry '' in ways words and looks could never convey .