" Jane, last night was” — he raked a hand through his hair — “nice.”
Her expression could only be described as crestfallen.
“No,”he hurried to say. “Don’t look like that! I didn’t mean ‘nice.’ In fact, it wasn’t nice at all.”
Her brows lowered. “No?”
“No.I mean, yes! Yes, it was nice, but it was also very, very—” He tried with all of his might to grasp a word that would encompass that heart - pounding exertion that even now was making his balls hum,but to his horror, he heard himself say once again,“ —nice. But really, really, really nice. "

― Karen Hawkins , The Taming of a Scottish Princess (Hurst Amulet, #4)