“I just don’t think you’re thinking very clearly.” He doesn’t look the least bit surprised by my outburst as he takes one more step toward me, close enough that I have to crane my neck upwards to make eye contact. “Well, you’re right on one account. I’m not thinking very clearly,” he huffs, his voice thick with frustration. “Which is the problem. I’m always thinking clearly. I don’t worry. I don’t get emotional. I am always in control. Of everything. Except when it comes to you. You do this to me.”
