Ugly girl

He lets out a breath and I sense the understanding rock through him. “You don’t need that knife anymore, Virago,” he promises me. “You’ll be safe here. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

I consider him a moment and realize that no matter what, I can trust him. I don’t understand why or how that even happened, but at some point, he went from being the one guy in Aston Creek that had the potential to hurt me, to being the one who never could.

“Okay,” I tell him, sliding off his big chest until I’m curled into his side. I push up and gently brush my lips over his in a soft kiss. “I’ll stay.”