“Was he special?”
“Very. I’ve been locked away for two long years, never even giving a thought to any man who could do what you just did. I couldn’t. Not until you…” I felt a sniffle break through.
“Shh.” He smoothed his hand over my head, kissing it. “It makes me happy you gave yourself to me. It means alot.”
“Don’t women throw themselves atyou?”
“I’d lie if I said they don’t, but believe me, Em, none of them are worthy. None of them areyou.”
I pressed myself harder to him, savoring each beat of his heart.
“Tell me about him,” he asked. “The man who held your heart that’s not in yourlife.”
I let out a long breath. I hadn’t repeated the story to anyone – ever.