"Look at you," he whispered, low and reverent. "Opening up for me so easily. You trust me to take care of you, don't you, baby?" I dropped my forehead to the mattress and squeezed my eyes shut. But hiding wouldn't save me from the truth. "Don't make me say it," I muttered. "You already know." He laughed, deep and pleased and indulgent, and the sound warmed me from the inside out. "That's my boy." God help me, it felt like a reward.
