“So we’re doing this?” I asked. “Really trying to see if we can make this work?” She bit her lip, looking scared, but finally nodded. “Slowly. Because trust takes time to rebuild.” “I’m sorry I hurt you,” I said. “I’m sorry I hurt you, too,” she told me. “I just got so mad and so scared that you were breaking my heart again.” I pulled her to me, my pulse picking up. “Does that mean I have your heart?” She nodded, cheek rubbing over my chest. “Be careful with it this time.” “I’ll guard it with my fucking life.”
