“What are you thinking?” I asked. He didn’t answer for a long moment. When he did, he did it with his eyes closed. “All I ever think about is you.” My heart pounded. He opened his eyes. “What are we doing, Emma?” Time stopped. Or I did. Reality smeared. He put a gentle hand out to touch me. A thumb rubbed against my cheek to mirror the one I had on his. “If this isn’t magic, then what is?” he asked. “What does it feel like to be under a spell if this isn’t it?”
