"I feel like I'm losing you," he whispers, with a slight quiver in his voice. "Even after that?" "I'm talking about in here, sweetheart." Before planting a tender and lingering kiss on my forehead, he runs his hand through my hair, his thumb gently brushing against my temple. "Why have things changed between us?" Be brave, Tessa. "How I feel has changed. It's too much for me, Zane." "Do you think I feel any different?" he asks, his voice laced with frustration. "Tessa, you're all I can think about. I'm drowning in my feelings for you."
