“Rhya,” Penn whispers, his voice cracking. “Don’t you understand? You…you have undone me completely. I look at you, I touch you, I sense you near me, and I…” His voice pitches lower, barely audible. “I pride myself on staying in control of all things. I am a master at it. But these days, I hardly recognize myself. I am a raw nerve, run ragged from trying to keep myself in check each time I’m near you.”
