“Why did you come into my room?” I whispered huskily as the afterglow faded.
She didn’t look away, stubbornly facing me down. “I never stopped thinking about that first night we were, you know, together. You were so gentle, so sweet and caring. I remember being afraid that you would hurt me, but every minute with you that night was heaven. You made me feel seen, worshipped.”
Trying my best to remain serious, I asked, “What are you trying to say, sweetheart?
She bit her lip, “I love the way you talk to me like your equal. Neil, I might have given you a reason to keep living, but you gave me back my life. No matter how hard things got, you were there to catch me when I fell. Being there for me? Protecting me? Treating me like I was a precious treasure? Those are things I can’t ignore or
