"Yes?" he asks.
"Yes," I say, breathless.
He saunters forward, bringing me with him.
We fall together, both unbalanced and falling...rolling onto the bed. I am shaking so bad that it is harder for me to catch hold of him. But he catches me and teaches me how to kiss again. Teaches me how to not think at all.
Once I've got the hang of it, he pulls away. I grip his shoulders for balance, my fingers on the thin cotton of his shirt.
"Brina...I'm afraid of—"
"Hurting me?" I ask. His eyes are tortured. "Lachlan, I believe in you. Trust you. So much," I tell him. I don't let my steady gaze slip. "More than anything. Whenever I have a choice, I always choose you."
He closes his eyes and breathes out, the tension easing from his body like a cloud passing by the sun.
"And tomorrow?" he whisp
