Now it’s my turn for my fingers to tighten, and I let him pull me down until I’m pressed against his warmth. I can feel the still-there blood making his hands rough as they slide along my cheeks, but I don’t care that he apparently needs lessons in handwashing.
“Always,” I repeat, my lips brushing against his. “Always, since you made sure no one bullied me in school.” I press my forehead against his and inhale our shared air. “You’ve neverbeen able to make me hate you. Not even when you had a knife at my throat and you told me to run.”
“You know I would’ve done it, right? I would’ve killed your dad for you.” His hands slide over my shoulders, fingers dragging down my back to unhook my bra before he chucks it to the floor and pulls me against him. God, I love his warmth. I love the way my body fits against his, and how he feelsperfecteverywhere we’re touching.
“I know.” My fingers fumble at his jeans, but he stops me by flipping us back over so he can raise himself above me and meet my gaze.
“I’ll kill for you.”
“I know.” I can’t look away from his gorgeous eyes.
“I won’t be able to always stop myself.” His fingers curl around my jaw, and he slowly lowers his face to mine until I can feel his breath on my lips.
“I know.”
“And I’ll never let you go, Winnie.”
Slowly, I twine my arms around his neck, dragging him the rest of the way down. Just before I pull him into a kiss, I sigh against his mouth, whispering against his lips.
“I know.”
