This week our female protagonist, Jaynee, struggles with confessing her troubled past:
What was he implying? He mentioned feelings but also said “my love”. Warmth overflowed her veins again, and she was positive her heart would pound through her chest. For the first time in years, she wanted to trust someone, wanted to believe. Dare she succumb, knowing he would shatter her sanity? She didn’t possess the strength to resist nor did she want to. But would he get up and leave the moment she disclosed her past?
“Where would you like me to begin?” Her throat was so dry; her words came out in a raspy murmur as if she hadn’t spoken all day. “How much do you want to know?”“Everything.” He leaned back against the arm of the couch and stared into her eyes again.