Her response to his pinch was half laugh and half cry of pleasure. She grabbed his wrist through the shirt to trap his hand there so he would to it again. "الحقيقة هي دائما أفضل من الرغبة." She shifted so she straddled him properly and could rock her hips against his as she smiled down at him. "أنا سعيد. كنت بيتي أيضا."

For better or worse, she did love him, he did make her happy. If she was wrong about him and he was dirty, she knew it would destroy her.


(The truth is always better than the wish.

You're my home, too.)