“You don’t have to ask, amore mio. At this point, I’d do anything for you. Spoken, unspoken, I don’t care. I want all the responsibility.” I shake my head, pulling the gun away. He knocks it from my hand, reaching to re-lock the safety before tossing it to the floor and grasping my face in his hands. “Why?” I squeak, terrified that I already know that it’s already over. “Because you’re worth it.”
