When he lifted his head, she clung to his shoulders, both of them breathing hard. He cradled her cheek in one palm. “I’m not asking you to believe now. I know it’s too soon for that, after…well, after everything. If you can believe just for this second, then for the one after that, and after that, soon you’re believing in me, in us, all the while. Think you can handle that? This second?” She smiled, desire pulling at her again. “I can do that.” An answering smile flirted with his mouth. He kissed her. “What about this one?” “I can do that too.” He lowered his mouth to hers again. “How about this one?