“I believe you,” I say. “I trust you.” “And I won’t betray that. Or you,” she tells me with a certainty that makes my heart pump out an extra beat. My hand dives through her hair, cupping the side of her face. I want to kiss her again. I’m desperate for it, in fact. To the point where I step in closer, toe-to-toe and inches apart. I stare at her lips and am hit with something so powerful I’m only now starting to come to grips with it. I could fall in love with her. I might be halfway there already.
