“How do I know that you won’t hurt me?â€? I was wasting my breath; my body had fallen into his arms immediately with a sense of security that had become strange to me over the years. But I partially refused to believe him and was partially curious. Another part of me was just being difficult—old habits tend to stick around.
He smiled. Oh, what a beautiful smile! “You don’t. But if you don’t trust me now, I know you will eventually.â€? I knew I trusted him. For some odd reason, I knew that he knew, too.