“You captivate me, Sage. You capture me.” Without thinking, I take a lock of hair and rub it between my thumb and forefinger, studying the soft strands beneath my callouses. “I’m a man with a hundred racing thoughts at any given time, and only a scattering of limited words. Somehow, I don’t know how you do it, but you twist that and make it feel like all thought flies out of my head, and there are suddenly words on my tongue.”
