Emily wasn't stupid. She wasn't naive. She had already played that role in another life, and she was determined to be smarter about things now. Which was why she never assumed that things meant more than they seemed to. She had tried that before - nothing good came out of it.
Which was why her response to Dave was automatic.
"I love you," he murmured, their bodies a sweaty tangled mess as he hovered over her.
Emily shook her head. "Don't lie to me," she whispered.
That made him pause, and one hand came up to ghost over her face, his fingers moving along her features as he looked her straight in the eye.
"I have never lied to you, Emily Prentiss," he said firmly. "I'm certainly not going to start now."
She wanted to shake her head, to deny what he was saying. But then his lips were on hers again, and their bodies were moving together, and she was swept away.