“I believe that. But what happens next time? What happens if I ask a question you don’t want to answer? You gonna lie to me again?”
Not trusting myself to speak because I’m getting emotional, I shake my head.
“No, really think about it before you answer. Do you feel you can’t trust me?”
I look out the windshield into the drizzle and swallow back tears. “It’s myself I don’t trust. My head is all f****d up. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. All I know is that I want you. I want you more than anything, and I don’t understand how that could have happened so fast.”
He reaches across the seat and takes my hand. Giving it a firm squeeze, he murmurs, “Same. And I’m as scared as you are, bunny, but I’m not gonna let it get in the way of enjoying every f*****g second. You’re the best thing that
