He appears behind me, planting a quick kiss on my cheek, swift and sure as an arrow. “I like being the powerful one for once.” “I’m the powerful one?” “Only in the sense that you terrify me.” I snort. “Be serious.” “I can’t not be. You do terrify me. I’m terrified by how utterly besotted I am with you.” “Yeah, well, feeling’s mutual, trust me.”
