Because

About 45 seconds before our first kiss, Adam and I sat on a bench outside a gift shop on Piedmont Avenue. My head rested on his chest. My heart slammed against my ribs. It hurt.

"Why me?" he asked.

"You're safe," I said.

It was an easy, convenient answer. It also couldn't be more wrong. He wasn't safe, not in any conventional sense of the word. He's the biggest challenge of my life.

Thank God.