Healing Hearts

"Katie, do you trust me?", he whispered softly in her ear. For a moment, Katie expected the bad boy infront of her to whip his head back, pull back his mischievous mask on, and laugh at her for getting flustered by the way his lips grazed her jaw. But the way his hand caressed her cheek and the way his eves glistened with hope, casted that notion off. Katie lifted her chin up and pressed her hand into his and whispered, "Yes."