“Teddy,” I breathed out, shakily. “Yes, Rugger?” He stopped, again. This time, he turned to face me. “How do you know?” “Know what?” “If you’re in love. What does it feel like? How does it feel?” “Like that.” “Like what?” I questioned, taking a step in his direction. “Like you’re feeling.” “I–” “Your heart probably feels like it's falling from your chest at least four times a day. You can feel it
