Cosette and Maxen lay down on the bed, facing each other. Their hands were intertwined between them, staring at each other, smiling. With only the golden light from the nightstand as their source of light, she still looked pretty. From her point of view, she could still barely see Maxen, since his back was facing the lamp.
"Why?" she asked after a long silence, making his brows raise in confusion. "Why do you trust me so much? Aren't you afraid I am lying?"
Maxen smiled, peeling one hand from her hand to place it on the side of her head. "You never lie to me."
"How did you know I won't?"
"I just know." His smile looked kind, melting her heart. "I just know you."
Lying was the last thing Cosette would do to Maxen. There was not any memory in his mind that she ever lied to him. Cosette might keep something a secret, but she wouldn't deny there was a secret if he ever confronted her.
