“You don’t love him at all?” Warner asks me. My voice is being stupid. “Romantically?” He nods. “No.” “You’re not attracted to him?” “I’m attracted to you.” “I’m serious,” he says. “So am I.” Warner’s still staring at me. He blinks, once. “Don’t you believe me?” I ask. He looks away. “Can’t you tell?” I ask him. “Can’t you feel it?” And I am either losing my mind or Warner just blushed.
