His eyes bore into mine. The blackness of them reaches out and almost consumes me. “You think about me all the time. I’m the only thought in your head. I make your heart beat faster, don’t I? I make your chest feel tight. You shiver when I’m close. Your pulse is fluttering on your neck. Tell me, did it flutter when he asked you out?” I gasp; the bastard overheard everything. Damn it. And he’s right. He’s so fucking right but I don’t have the time to argue with him.
