“No one’s ever looked at me like that before,” I murmur. “Like what?” The curiosity in his tone is evident; I can’t even begin to imagine how strange my behaviour must have seemed to him earlier. I hesitate for a moment, trying to put my thoughts into words. “Like they’ve never wanted anything or anyone more than they wanted me in that moment.” He’s quiet for a long beat before responding in a soft whisper. “I’ve never wanted anything or anyone more than I want you.”
