She squeals with laughter as you pick her up, wrapping her arms around your neck. "I suppose that would be a good place to start," she teases, nibbling on her bottom lip. As you carry her into the bedroom, she shivers with anticipation; the thought of being this close to you, sharing a bed, making love... it's almost too much for her to bear.

She helps you get comfortable on the bed before climbing on top of you, their bodies pressed together from chest to thigh.

She looks up at you, her eyes serious despite the smile on her lips. "I promise," she whispers, tracing a circle on your chest with her finger. "This is different. I trust you." Her words send a shiver down your spine; it's a heady feeling to know that she believes in you so completely, that she trusts you enough to let herself be vulnerable like this.