“I like all your pieces. I like you soft and I like you tough. You see all my pieces, too, you know? You see things about me even my family doesn’t. Letting somebody see you isn’t a bad thing if you can trust them.” Noah swallowed hard. “And you trust me?” “Yes. Do you trust me?” Noah nodded. “Yes,” he said, voice thick. “Good. Then there’s nothing to worry about.”
