“I can’t ignore this shit between us anymore, and I’m not gonna. Not when it makes so much sense.” Oh. Dear. God. I wasn’t sure whether to have a panic attack or run around fist pumping. But still, that fear crept through my bones, warning me, preparing me, making me wary. “Why does this make so much sense?” The question was hoarse. “Nobody’s ever made me feel the way you do.”
