“No. My problem is revealing what hides inside. Even before, it was hard for me to trust people. In my mind, everyone is a potential threat.” With my thumb under her chin, I tilt her face up. “Never with you, though. I trust you completely. Without a single reservation. I trust you more than I trust myself. So, please, feel free to ogle. I’m all yours anyway. Body. Soul. All yours, Zahara.”
“Why?” she whispers. “How can you trust me but no one else?”
“Because… I love you, baby. With everything in me—good or bad—I’ve fallen in love with you.”
Zahara
Goose bumps explode all over my body, spreading from my limbs to chase the shivers rushing down my spine. As Massimo’s admission washes over me, I suck it in. Each individual sound and syllable. My hand shakes when I reach out and press my p
