“And just maybe, beautiful child, I thought to ease your dreams and to befriend you as you slept.”
“So,” Tom said slowly, trying to wrap his mind around this concept. “You see me as a friend? And you weren't mocking me by...by coming to bed with me, knowing that you couldn't be forced to do anything against your will?”
“A friend,” she said, lips turning upward in a private smile. “Yes. And no, you i***t. I wasn't mocking you that way. I will never mock you that way. That sort of cruelty is too close to home.”
She laid a hand on his chest. “Thomas Phelan, I swear by your name and mine. I would never do that to you.”
“Swear by your name,” Tom breathed. His eyes widened.
“Holy shit.” Could it really be that simple?
He got out of bed and ran into the living room. Hands shaking, he leafed
