We should go to bed, of course. I’m supposed to prove myself as a capable fighter tomorrow, and I’ll need to have my strength and wits about me.
But having told Jesse that I loved him, I’m finding that I want to tell him more. There’s still so much he doesn’t know about me—so much that he’s already told me he wants to know. I was scared, before, to share the most intimate details of my life with him. But now?
I know it doesn’t have to be tonight. But, frankly, it could all go to hell tomorrow. So I’d rather not take any chances.
Besides, he told me the truth about him—a much harder and much bigger secret than anything I could possibly have up my sleeve. It’s only fair to return the favor.
“I didn’t grow up in New York,” I tell him, tracing the line of hair up his happy trail and into h
