My heart warms at his words. “I've never had someone like you to look out for me,” I confess.
He cups my cheek in his big palm and strokes his thumb along my jawline. “Well, you do now, baby, because I'm not going anywhere even if you want me to.”
“But why?” I whisper, trying to make sense of it all. “You don't even know me.”
“But I do,” he insists. “I know everything I need to know about you. I know that you’re mine. I knew it the moment you stumbled into my gym last night, wet and cold and afraid. I knew it the moment I held you in my arms. Nothing has ever felt so right. You’re mine, Bonnie. You've always been mine.”
My heart does this funny leap as I feel his words settle in my soul. He's right. I am his.
That's why I don't even try to stop myself from following my instinct when I tilt my head up and press my lips against his.
“Then take me,” I whisper. “Take all of me.”