“You want me to say that I am yours as much as you are mine, but you must know it’s true. Don’t you see what you’ve done to me?” Her expression softens as she looks up at me. The fire is still there as she whispers, “Then say it.” I don’t hesitate. “I am yours.” There is disbelief in her expression as she winds her arms around my neck and practically leaps into my arms, kissing me with as much fervor as before. Mumbling against my mouth, she pleads, “Then take me, Jack. Make me yours, and I’ll never touch another man again.”
