Is It Too Much?
“Oh, it’s happening,” Marie smiled. “I know what it feels like to be at your lowest. Trust me.” She reached out for Trevor’s hand. Hers were soft and warm, the softest he’d ever held.
“What happened to you was not fair,” she said. “Today, we end that string of bad luck. I know I’m asking too much from you. You don’t know me, and I don’t know you.”
“So, why are you helping me?” Trevor cut in.