“Your beauty is tantalizing.” He paused to gather himself before he continued. “My fingers,” he explained, holding them up for me to see, “they’re unsteady in your presence. So are my thoughts. My heart. My head. My reaction to you is one I’ve never experienced at any capacity. I imagine this is how it feels when a magnet is near metal. When a moth is near an open flame. When molecules near clouds. When my father met my mother.”
