Page 13 of Cuts Like an Angel: Part 2

Snickers escaped her. “You said quirking.”

“Like a strange twerking,” he said in mock seriousness that made her laugh.

“Just so you don’t quirk and twerk simultaneously.”

“I’m fairly sure you don’t need to worry I’d ever do that.”

"And you?" he asked. “Will you tell me all your … quirks as you quirk them?”

She drew an X over her chest. "Promise." So what if the promise was one of sheer faith? How hard could that be? There were things she needed to tell him he'd not like, but she wouldn’t pick and choose. She’d tell him anything and everything. Even the things she never wanted to think about. Never wanted to contaminate the air with. Besides that, she was certain his dark, dirty secrets far outnumbered hers.

"You trust me to do that, Rosie? To tell me?"

Emotion warmed her chest at hearing the same awe and wonder she'd heard in their very first phone conversation. "Of course, I do," she whispered. "I feel very safe with you, William." She knew that was hard for him to even imagine but she needed him to get used to hearing it.

The kiss he gave her said he was frantic to have that and terrified that he never would, never could. “I’ve missed you, Rosie," he whispered on her lips, pressing his forehead to hers. "I'm going to try so hard, harder than I've ever tried in my life. I don't know if I can do it, but I promise you I will put every part of myself into trying."

Rosie took his face between her hands tightly and kissed him back. "We will do it together, William. You and me. There's nothing we can't do if we do it together."

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