“I’ve been meaning to tell you this, but then my father died and then Carter got you…” His voice gets lost a bit at the reminder of his father’s death, and my skin feels a breath of cold air washing by. It’s quick but definitely noticeable. “It doesn’t matter. I know you spent two horrible weeks, and I don’t know if telling you this is the right thing. Maybe you’re confused. Fuck, maybe I shouldn’t even let you sit naked on your desk, but if it’s what you want, I want you to know what I feel about you.”
