He laid her on the bed, following to cover her with his body. He braced himself on his elbows, hovering above her as he stared at her. “I am not a good man, nor am I patient, or kind, or inclined to share that which is mine. I do not approach this lightly. Can you accept me as I am?”
There was heaviness in his question. Words stuck in her throat and she nodded.
“No, love, I need to hear you say the words.” He had an almost pained expression.
She swallowed reflexively, “Yes of course I accept you, I have since I first met you and I always will.”