"Trusted me?" George looked over at her. "I know I didn't hurt you. I wouldn't. Ever." He shook his head. No matter how little a fuck meant, he wasn't ever rough. Well, not unless they wanted it that way...
She paled then, though, and said something that he couldn't help one snort of laughter at. Coudln't, really, not at all. "Oh hell. That's the least of your worry. Had this really intimate moment with a Comet two-sixty. And a tree." He gave her a wry smile. "Been shooting blanks since sixth year."