Ilona stared at the handsome man sitting before her and felt a strange, warm feeling start growing in her chest until it slowly spread over her. She didn't know what to say to him, but what he had said to her... it had lifted a weight from her heart that she hadn't even realized was there.
"Mace," she whispered, "Can I... Can I tell you something else?"
"Of course," he nodded, his gaze intent on hers, "You can tell me anything."
Ilona hesitated, her heart speeding up and butterflies taking flight in her stomach. She bit her lip and looked over his handsome face. She had never felt so happy and anxious and terrified all at once in her entire life.
But then her eyes met his. She looked into the blue wells and saw only sincerity there. He wasn't joking. He wasn't playing a game with her. He had meant everything he said.
And she realized there was no reason to be scared... not with him.
