“Do you trust me?” he asks. The question catches me completely off guard, and I shock myself by replying, “Yes.” That blank mask on his face cracks for the briefest of moments as shock pulses across his features as well. Then he wipes the expression off his face and instead crouches down. My heart flips as he slides one arm behind my knees and the other behind my back. Heat creeps into my cheeks as he lifts me into his arms as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.
