"Just trust me," he said, stroking my hair. I wanted to so badly. I wanted to be his, to be able to trust him completely like he asked. It was difficult. He was alluring. He taunted me, teased me, tempted me, to come to him, to let him finally claim what was rightfully his. Me. He was beautiful and wonderful. He was also dangerous.
"Believe me, I want to. It's just that I'm scared. I'm terrified of entering this world. Your world."
"You don't have to be scared when you're with me. I will die protecting you. I will...." I shushed him with the touch of my fingers to his lips.
"Okay, I love you; I want to make you happy. And I know that being with you will make me happy, as well. Jesse...."
