“I know, Zach. We have what people call a fatal attraction that knows no boundaries.” He opens his mouth to says something, but I place my fingers on it, shutting him up. “But do you really think it has the power to erase the past to a point where I would accept it? A few hours in the night is one thing; anything else would be a—” I don’t want to say it, yet he probably guesses it.
