“No one else elicits the kind of feelings in me that you do, the desire, the passion, the overwhelming need to smash your face with both my fist and my lips at the same time. How every time you touch me, I run the risk of being putty in your hands. I’ve tried to keep my heart safe from you, but you had it in a death grip before I knew I’d given it to you, and I don’t know that I want it back anymore—because I think, for the first time in maybe ever, I like that I’m in love with you.
