“Really,” he replied with a small nod. “What are you scared of?” “Of it hurting.” “Same.” “You are?” Frowning, I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck, shivering when the heat emanating from his skin penetrated mine. “But it doesn’t hurt boys, right?” Something flashed in his gray eyes then, a rare glimpse of vulnerability that was quickly replaced with his usual warmth. “I love you,” he said, hands moving to settle on my waist.
