“I cannot figure out what that something is,” he continues. “And hear me Sara, it is driving me mad.” Join the motherfucking club. We’re taking applicants. “You’re human,” he says. “I don’t like your kind. I’m not supposed to like you.” I don’t breathe for a second. Don’t ask the question, Burns. Don’t— “But you do?” I say. His eyes drop to my mouth. He touches my lower lip with his thumb, rubbing it gently. “God forgive me, I do.”
