“Do you mean that?” Kayla asks, her breath gone from her lungs.
How could he say that? That he could just walk away from his own life to be with her? Surely, he didn’t mean…
“Every word,” Ben replied confidently, “So long as you’ll have me.”
Ben’s palm works over her marked skin, the welts and bruises there, the colorful proof of their lovemaking, waiting for her reply.
Her’s though, isn’t in words. She trembles slightly in response. Her eyes fill with tears and nods slowly needing to resume as if the conversation never happened between them, but it had to. There’s a weight to both she isn’t sure she would rather, given his honesty though, the way he surrounds her now, she knows there’s something far different about him now. It’s as if he’s relaxed, as if he trusts her more now, like
