" I want you to hear me when I say that I can give you my future, but I’m terrified to give you my past.”
His hands slip around to lock behind my lower back. He scoots me closer until we’re hip to hip. My name said with such longing, rumbled from his lips, sends blood racing through my veins. “What can I do? To get you to trust me with everything, every single part?” he brushes his lips across mine. “I want to know all of you, even the parts you refuse to let see the light. "

― J.B. Salsbury , Face the Music (Love, Hate, Rock-n-Roll, #3)