“Trust me?” he asks suddenly. I nod, wide-eyed with the sudden realization that I do trust him. What’s he going to do to me now? An electric thrill hums through me. “Good girl,” he breathes, his thumb brushing my bottom lip. He steps away into his closet and comes back with a silver-grey silk woven tie. “Knit your hands together in front of you,” he orders as he peels the towel off me and throws it on the floor.
"I just held her hand and tried to imagine the world without us, and for about one second, I was a good enough person to hope she died so she would never know that I was going, too. But then I wanted more time so we could fall in love."