Her words made his heart swell, and he sincerely wanted to believe them. In fact, in that moment, he told himself he would believe them, at least until she gave him a reason not to. He leaned forward and hungrily pressed his lips to hers, holding her cheeks in his palms, though pulled back before proved—once again—that he had no control.
"If you need anything, be it a bed or money or anything, you only need to ask. I'm here for you—sometimes even overbearingly so," he chuckled, taking hold of her arm so he could help her stand up. "I won't pretend like I know what's best of for you, but I know that being honest is what's best for us."
He kissed her again, more gently this time, and then grabbed her hand.
"Come on, then. Back to the couch," he said, the corner of his lips tugging up into a tired smile.
"If you need anything, be it a bed or money or anything, you only need to ask. I'm here for you—sometimes even overbearingly so," he chuckled, taking hold of her arm so he could help her stand up. "I won't pretend like I know what's best of for you, but I know that being honest is what's best for us."
He kissed her again, more gently this time, and then grabbed her hand.
"Come on, then. Back to the couch," he said, the corner of his lips tugging up into a tired smile.
— set by MJ! —