Booth kept his foot on the brake. "You have to stop doing that, Bones." His voice had taken on a serious tone.
She looked at him with concern. "Stop what? Touching you? I'm sorry, I thought-"
"No," he said abruptly. She'd have the wrong idea in seconds and the date would be over. And probably any chance he ever had with her. "No. I want you to touch me. You have no idea how much I want to you touch me."
"But," she supplied.
"But you have to be sure. You can't keep making comments and tempting me with what might happen if it's not going to happen." His eyes were glued on hers. She had to understand this. "I can't cross that line and go back, Bones. If we're in this, it's for keeps. You have to be sure."
"So you need to know if I'm sure about us?" she asked, wanting to make sure she had the right question.
He nodded. "You don't have to be sure about marriage and children and things like that. I just need to know you're sure about giving the two of us a chance. That we aren't going to go to bed together and then you'll get cold feet and change your mind."
"I don't believe in marriage," she said quickly. Her eyes darted away from his. "But I didn't believe in love, either, not too long ago."
Her voice no more than a whisper, Booth wondered if she was talking to him or herself.
But then she smiled and he felt himself relax. "But I believe in you, Booth. I waited up on that mountain, never doubting the entire time you would come for me."
He nodded, but sensing she wasn't done yet, didn't speak.
"I'm not hiding from this anymore. And I don't change my mind after I make a decision. I'm sure, Booth."
He met her smile with one of his own. "Then let's go home and start the rest of our lives."