“Why?” “Because . . . because I trust you.” “Because you trust me and you know how good it’ll be, don’t you?” She nodded her head, her gaze glued to his. “Yes,” she whispered. His eyes dropped to her mouth. “And it’ll be good, I swear to God. It’ll always be good between us. Don’t make the mistake of thinking it would be the same with someone else . . . because it wouldn’t be.” “No, I know that.”
