“This guy of yours, the complicated one,” he says, eyes latching on to mine. “He’s the one?” My breath catches at the question. I want to look away, but his eyes seem to hold me still. “I don’t know,” I admit quietly, to myself for the first time. “I thought so, but now… I’m not so sure.” His eyes gleam with something that looks like satisfaction, and his response knocks everything inside me off balance. “Good.”
