“I believe you,” I whisper, closing my eyes when he leans in and kisses me softly. Gently grazing the lips and using the distraction to scoop me up in his arms and lift me from the street like a child. He straightens and carries me with him, pulling me up so I automatically nestle my head against his throat. I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my face from the world. My feet are dangling, and water is dripping from both of us. Letting him take over for me, take control, and get us ...