Beau bit his tongue to refrain from snapping back at her. Hardly anyone ever called him Tobias, and coupled with a swear he was ready to blow up himself. Regardless of whether or not it was a low blow, it was the truth and needed to be said. There could be no more half truths or excuses between them.

A million bitter, devastating retorts sat on the tip of his tongue, ready to lay waste to the last positive thing in his life. Any one of them &mdadh; the worst of them being how he'd only followed her to Irvingly because he didn't want to find a new low class sex friend — would destroy whatever potential their future held. Wouldn't it be easier that way, though? Especially when he considered how desperately she hadn't wanted to be involved with someone. Ruining them now would serve her better than allowing time to further ensnare them both.

Beau made to say any number of the horrid replies when her last statement struck him like a heavy blow to the gut. Fallen for him. "Stop talking," he said lowly after a long drawn out silence. They were already ensnared. Fuck, Beau was trapped after that first night spent together, breaking now wouldn't help matters any. If anything, he would hurt her even worse than Fletcher had. The monsters existing in his head wouldn't ruin this.

Not tonight.

Standing, Beau took two strides and pulled her in for a searing kiss. "I've always been honest with you, too," he stated. "And I love you."