“Love . . .” she started. “I guess it feels like you’re falling . . . and he’s the only one who could catch you.” I thought about it for a second. “Sounds scary.” She laughed. “No, not scary . . . thrilling.” “For you, maybe. You’re not scared of anything.” “You’re sure you aren’t in love?” she questioned once more, her gaze steady on mine. “No, I’m really not.” “Uh-oh,” she muttered.
