bad idea, making love to you so soon. It might have given you the wrong impression of me. But I’m not a one-night-stand kind of guy. At least not anymore. I don’t want you to think I’m just in this for a bit of fun. This thing between us—I feel like I can’t even control it. I want to get to know you however I can, even if that means slowing down.” She bit her lip. She knew exactly what he meant. There was just something about him that she couldn’t ignore if she tried. She wanted badly to believe his words—but could she? “How do I know that?” she heard herself say, her voice breaking slightly. She was surprised by the emotion she heard. “How do I know that you’re not that kind of guy?” He reached out and ran his hand over her cheekbone. “I don’t suppose you can know,” he said softly. “But I hope you’ll trust me. I feel a deep pull towards you. It’s not just your beauty—it’s how you speak, the way you move. Everything about you is enchanting.” His words poured into her ears like an incantation. Try as she might to act like they had no effect on her, she couldn’t resist their power. She leaned in slightly and their lips met, igniting her body and soul like a bonfire bursting into flame, while a vague thought passed through her mind: I only hope I come to won’t regret this.