“So,” I say, “when exactly did you know you were into me, Highland?” He chokes on a sound that I think was supposed to be a laugh. “When I met you.” I rock back, my skull touching the wall. “That was…five years ago.” His fingers rake through his thick hair. “I didn’t know what it meant—my feelings for you. I couldn’t process them beyond the fact that they were so different than anything I’d felt before.”
