“I’m besotted with you.” He confesses. My eyes ping open. “I always have been. It altered from one thing into another. I can’t answer why. Or why you? Or why now? It’s a feeling in me, and I don’t question it. I haven’t driven myself crazy, needing to know why this is happening when no other woman has ever stirred me in the same way. Only one woman. Only you, Sena. But never doubt what I feel. It’s real.”
