face. “I promise I’m never like this, but you just…” “I just what?” I hold my breath. “My brain short-circuits when I’m around you,” he honestly replies. I’m not sure what to say or how to feel about that. “Should I be offended or—” “No, God no. It’s hard to think when I’m looking at you.” “I—” A rumble and a strike of lightning in the distance disrupts me. “This sucks. I didn’t mean to waste your time. I’m sorry.” “Don’t be sorry. You didn’t waste my time.”
