Justin's words caused Sally pause. She knew that he was concerned about her and admitting it meant more to her than any confessions of repressed fancies he may or may not still hold for her. Sally looked up from the end table she was examining. "I know you are. It's just...well, you know." There was no need to explain that further. At least not to him.
"And you are correct about the shagging. If the idea of a broom closet is inappropriate, than this" she gestured around the room, "is just appalling." Sally was far too private for that.
A weird shiver ran across her shoulders as Justin leaned in to whisper to her. But it was not one of anxiety, fear or even disgust. She was entirely unfamiliar with it and it caught her by surprise. There was a note of his presence behind her that made her skin feel sensitive to the touch. Sally turned back to him, tilting her head up slightly, but he had already stepped back.
"Yes. I guess I do trust you," she replied quietly.