“Will you destroy me, Jo?” I ask him quietly, holding his eyes. His head pulls back—the thought hurts him (or in the very least, offends him). “What?” “Well, you could—” I tell him. “Could you not? One could argue I’ve given you that power. I love you, thus you have the capacity to destroy me.” I straighten up on his lap, chin held a little high. “Will you?” He goes solemn as he leans in towards me. “You’re too beautiful.”
