“—but I’m also not going to pretend that I don’t feel what I do—head-rushing, parachute-gone, ground-coming-up-fast-with-no-safety-net in love with you. It kind of hit me like a truck watching you put that bastard in his place this afternoon. You’re it for me, Gil. Story done. And I apologise now for the total idiot I just made of myself and for likely scaring you the hell away.”
