My words come out gruff, maybe even a little harsh, but I need her to know that anything I tell her is the truth. No matter how frustratingly foreign the feeling is, I feel something for her. It’s more than something. It’s a lot. How she could even question if I mean what I say is beyond me. Before we do anything else, I gently wrap my fingers around her wrist and bring her fingertips to my neck. I press them against my skin with enough pressure for her to feel her effect on me.
