His hand goes to the back of my neck, fisting my hair and tugging just enough so the panic quiets and all I can see is him. All I can focus on is the man in front of me. “Do you trust me?” he whispers against my lips. “With my life,” I reply instantly. “God, I love you.” I smile and press my lips to his, a short, sweet kiss. “Come with me, menace.” The words flow through my bones, pooling in my fingertips and my toes and my heart until I’m nothing but warmth and happiness. “Okay.”
