It’s the undeniable awareness that I’m developing feelings for this guy. “I…” I take a breath, attempting to steady my voice. “I’ve never met anyone I felt comfortable sharing all that with.” I peer into his bottomless blue eyes, always floored by how vivid they are. “I don’t feel like you judge me. About anything. Ever.” “I don’t.” “Do you feel like I judge you?” “Never,” he says simply. Then he visibly gulps, and I know precisely how he feels. This is fucking terrifying.
