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“I think I love you.”
“So what you are so afraid of?”
“I’m afraid that I’m not sure of, a love there is no cure for.”
“Isn’t that what life is made of?”
“I love that you get The Partridge Family reference, though it was unintentional.”
“It felt right,” she shrugs.
“So do we.”
“What if this love thing is contagious?”
“Love thing?” I snort. Until I realize what she’s implying. “Angel?”
“I think I love you, too. I haven’t loved anyone since my parents, Carson. What if you learn something about me and it changes how you see me?”
“Have you committed a crime?”
“That’s subjective.”
“My love for you isn’t. It’s not conditional, Angel. I love you for you.”
“You swear nothing will change that?”
Extending my pinky, something my sisters taught me when they were younger, and still try to institute as adults and teenagers, I vow, “Even better. I pinky swear.”
“That’s sacred.”
“Exactly.”
“If you break that…”
“I’m aware of the consequences,” I solemnly assure her as if we aren’t talking about a child’s silliness. The swearing on the pinky part, not what it symbolizes. “But I’m not worried because I never intend to break it.” She stares at me, taking my measure, before extending her own and linking it with mine. She grins at me after we’ve made it official. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” Immediate.
“I trust you.”
“You shouldn’t,” she warns me. I’m going to have to ask her about that later, and convince her to tell me, but it can wait. Whatever it is, I meant what I said. It won’t change my feelings for her.
**Audrey**
He should know who I am before we do this. Hell, he might notwantto do this after that.
Not that I’d blame him. I’ve spent a week lying to him and his family.
They took me into their home, their hearts.
Accepted me for me. Fake name or not, everything else has been the real me.
As for Carson, he owns my heart and I’m scared he’ll deem it tainted when he learns what I did. Try to give back the shattered pieces after the fact. However, if this is all I’ll ever get of him, I’m grabbing it with both hands and holding on for as long as possible.
“Let me make love to you, Angel.”
“How about with me instead?” In my book, there is a distinction between to and with. Seeing Carson nod lets me know there is for him, too. “Hope I didn’t forget how to do this,” I joke, suddenly nervous. Not of the step we’re on the verge of taking, but of the knowledge that, once we do, I’ll have to come clean and it could very well cost me the man I love.
