"Then I confess that I was an art thief," Mathias murmurs, his fingers finding the line of her jaw, tipping her chin up just the slightest bit more. "And I confess that I'm a little bit afraid of dogs." That's embarrassing, but she's seen worse from him and he knows it.

"And I confess that I very much like being here with you," he adds, leaning down enough to press a kiss to the corner of her mouth.