“I don’t know if I’d want to have that, honestly. The way he looks at you…” “How does he look at me?” she asked sharply. Colette waved her hand. “You know.” No, she didn’t know. “How?” “He’s…” Colette cleared her throat. “Completely focused on you, watching every expression that crosses your face. He’s really intense. I don’t know if I could handle a man being that attached to me.”
