“You’re worried I’ll break your heart? Does that mean you are putting it in my hands?” “It means I want to, but I’m terrified it won’t be worth losing everything for.” He lowers his forehead to mine. “I will cherish your heart always.” I swallow hard. “Always? What if I get fired, and then I grow resentful, and I treat you like shit, and—” “That won’t happen.” “How do you know?” “Because the same way you need to trust I won’t do anything that could hurt you, I need to do the same. Because you don’t have my heart in your hands: you already own it.”
