Her fingers continued to stroke his back, his cheeks, anything within reach. Her lips fluttered as surely as she did, unable stop kissing parts of him: his eyelids, his lower lip, his neck. "I feel bad for saying so, but I'm glad you don't love them anymore. I don't want to share you." She smiled a little, running her fingers up and down his arms.
"I'm not going to make you tell me anything before you're ready, but I want you to believe me when I say that I love you no matter what you did in the past." In her opinion, their lives had started when they met each other.