His eyes are locked on mine. “All the time. When I’m with you, when I’m without you. Since the day we met I’ve thought of almost nothing else. I pretend I don’t. That’s the killer, you know. The pretending. Pretending I don’t have feelings for you, pretending that being friends is enough. I’ve gotten really good at pretending. But goddamn, I’m so tired of it, Kate. Every minute I’m with you that I don’t tell you feels like one step closer to insanity.”
