“Yes. That’s how you’re so good at what you do. You don’t put on an accent. You’re just you. It makes it so easy to tap into the fantasy that I…” “That you what?” I take a deep breath, drop my crust on my plate. “That I know you. That your words are just for me. That…” He tilts my chin, angling my face up towards him. This close, his eyes dart back and forth and he tucks a loose lock of hair behind my ear. “That you’re mine?”
