Well shit... That was the first thing that ran through Jonathan's mind. He felt his witty ego crumble away and be replaced by a sliver of uneasiness. He was certainly aware that he had screwed up big time by refusing to kiss Sierra, yet for some reason he did not feel as guilty as he should. The two lovers had kissed god knows how many times this afternoon and Jonathan really was quite tired of it for one day. He didn't mean to hurt her feels, but he was only speaking the truth. "Sierra, wait," he said firmly.
Jonathan was serious now, a sight that some would call both different and just slightly frightening. He grabbed her wrist, but not too tightly. "I'm just telling you the truth. You know that we've kissed plenty of times today and that I feel awfully sore. Not only that, but I'm rather exhausted as well." Jonathan took a deep breath and sighed. "I'm sorry for rejecting your kiss; I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I just need some rest.... And if it'll make you feel any better, how about we can do whatever romantic or enjoyable activity you want tomorrow? Sound fair enough?"