I’d been wrong when I thought there would be nothing worse than being forced to commit before I was ready. No. Nooope. There was something worse alright, and it had just happened to me while I’d watched Rooster dance and listened to his honeyed voice sing with throaty vowels and an accent sweeter than sugar. My pulse was still racing. My hands shook. My entire body was full of butterflies, fluttering their wings so hard I couldn’t catch my breath. I’d never fallen in love before. Never had a crush. But there was no other explanation for what this feeling was.
