He looks up then, searching my gaze with an unreadable, yet determined expression I’ve never seen on his face before. “And you need to trust me when I tell you I want to try. I might not know where we go from here, but right now—in this fucking second—I am saying yes. And I don’t know if that’s enough for you. I know it’s not fair to ask of you, after what you told me that morning on the porch. But right now, I want this. I want you. I need—” I shut him up with my mouth, crushing our lips together once more in a powerful, resounding kiss that rips whatever thread of doubt I had left.
