Then he paused, still staring down at her, his eyes oddly tender. "All I know is that when I looked across the room that night at the party and saw you, everything changed for me. There was instant recognition. No, I didn't know anything about you at that point, but what I did know was that you were going to be mine. As for that bullshit about me not wanting you after you told me about your past, well, it's just that. Bullshit. We all make mistakes, baby. Nobody is perfect. I'm not. You're not. It would be boring as shit if we were."
Tears pricked her eyelids and he kissed the corner of her eye before any could spill over the edge.
"Don't cry, Bethany. Not here in our bed. Not with me inside you. I want you to shut out everything else except me and you and the way I make you feel. Forget everything but this."
He pulled back and then eased forward, pushing gently until he was all the way back in again.
