" No,” Phoebe said hastily, “I meant I wouldn’t think about it.” But he looked more disgruntled with each passing second. “That didn’t count as a real kiss. I’d just started.” “I know. But all the same, it was very nice, so there’s no need to—” “Nice?” “Yes.” Phoebe wondered why he looked so insulted. “If I have only one chance in a lifetime to kiss you,” he said grimly, “I’ll be damned if it’s going to be second rate. A man has standards.” “I didn’t say it was second rate,” she protested. “I said it was nice!” “The average man would rather be shot in the arse than have a woman call his lovemaking ‘nice.’” “Oh, come, you’re making too much of this.” “Now I have to do it over. "
― Lisa Kleypas , Devil's Daughter (The Ravenels, #5)