The dark-skinned girl stiffened as well. She felt the hand pull her's away from the wonderful soft mound of flesh that they had so gently gripped. She heard the other woman's words, and felt terrible. She swallows hard once, it was the wrong thing to do, the absolute wrong thing to do. How could she just -assume- that she wanted more than a friendly touch. The woman who leaned against her obviously craved physical contact, but who was she assumed that the other woman wanted to be -groped-.<br/><br/>She allows her hand to remain pressed into the other girl's side for a long moment before she slowly withdraws it, careful not to touch her in a more intimate way even accidentally. She did not however pull away from the other girl complete, she knew that would be an even worse thing to do, to withdraw all physical contact.<br/><br/><strong>"S-sorry..."</strong>she mumbles, a quick apology for an unwanted touch.