“It probably feels…warm. Like a perfect day at the beach.” Rochelle closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and smiled. “Or maybe it feels like a tornado. Fast and confusing and so strong that you’re sure you’ll die. Or maybe it’s a combination of them both. Maybe it makes your head spin with how strong it is, but without it, you feel… empty.” She opened her eyes and looked at him again, the warmth that had just enveloped her completely gone. “Whatever it is, I don’t feel that for you. I never will.”
